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[cera-writes]

Oh my fucking god I loooove your works. Literally fot me giggling, screaming and kicking my feet up in the air reading then

May I ask Remy with an insecure reader who craves someone who loves spoiling reader? Maybe reader never got what they want growing up, so they go to a mall together, and Remy notices reader starring at a lot of things but not buying anything.

Then Remy confronts reader and tells her that it's okay to want things, and that he's happily willing to pay for her

Bonus if reader fights him to split the bill :)

(based on my fantasies and personal experience !!)

thank you so much for considering this!!

A/N: I love this so much. Remy would absolutely steal for you too if it came down to it LOL. Also, I'm so sorry it took so long for me to write this up! I've been extremely busy 😭 Pairing: Remy LeBeau x Reader Prompt: Remy wants to spoil reader so he does just that. Reader is not used to having expensive things.

For You, Anything

The dazzling lights of the mall cast a kaleidoscope of colors across Remy LeBeau's chiseled features, accentuating the playful glint in his eyes. Beside him walked you, a quiet beauty whose gaze drifted longingly over the displays of sparkling jewelry and luxurious clothes. Your fingers fidgeted nervously, a subtle sign of your inner turmoil.

Remy, ever the observant charmer, noticed your silent yearning. He'd seen it before - a flicker of desire followed by a swift retreat into self-doubt. It tugged at his heartstrings, knowing you craved the simple pleasures that life had denied you. He understood the weight of your past, the unspoken scars that made you hesitant to embrace the good things life had to offer.

"Somethin' caught your eye, cher?" he asked softly, tilting his head towards a window showcasing a delicate necklace. The pendant, a shimmering teardrop of sapphire, seemed to mirror the longing in your eyes.

You blushed, your gaze darting away. "Oh, it's nothing," you murmured, a practiced smile masking your insecurity.

But Remy wasn't fooled. He gently took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't be shy, ma belle. It's okay to want things."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "But I..."

"You deserve the world, (Y/N)," he interrupted, his voice laced with sincerity. "And gambit more than happy to spoil you."

A warmth spread through your chest, a mix of disbelief and gratitude. "Remy, you don't have to..."

"But he want to," he insisted, his smile as bright as the midday sun. "Let Gambit show you how much you mean to him."

Reluctantly, you allowed him to lead you into the store. The air hummed with quiet luxury, the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume mingling in the air. Your eyes sparkled as you tried on the necklace, the sapphire catching the light and casting an ethereal glow on your face. It was as if the jewel had awakened a dormant part of you, a part that dared to dream and desire.

At the register, Remy reached for his wallet, but you stopped him, a hesitant glint to your eye. "Are you sure?"

Remy sighed, then placed a kiss to your cheek. "Positive." He paid for your jewelry and you felt seen, cared for.

You were positively blushing as he opened the box and clasped the little dainty necklace around your neck. "It's as beautiful as the person wearin' it."

As you left the store, hand-in-hand, you felt a lightness you hadn't experienced in years. The weight of your past seemed to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of self-worth. Remy's love was a balm to your wounded soul, filling the void you'd carried for so long.

The evening continued with a surprise visit to a fancy restaurant. As the waiter presented the bill, Remy reached for it, but you were quicker.

"No way, Remy," you said firmly, pulling out your wallet. "You bought me the necklace, I'm splitting the bill with you."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Are you sure, cher? I don't mind—"

"I insist," you interrupted, meeting his gaze with determination. "It's only fair."

Remy chuckled, his heart overflowing with love for your stubborn independence. He knew it was important for you to feel like an equal partner, not just someone he showered with gifts.

"Alright, ma belle," he conceded, his voice laced with amusement. "But next time, it's on me."

Later that night, nestled in his arms, you whispered, "Thank you, Remy. For everything."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Don't ever be afraid to want, cher. And remember, I'm always here to give you the world."

[coqxettee]

Coquette Winter Gift Guide:

🎀 Gift ideas for yourself or your friends who love the Coquette aesthetic:

Clothes/Fashion:

1. Anything from Brandy Melville (Amara heart lace pyjamas)

2. Bailey bow uggs or normal uggs

3. Ralph Lauren sweaters

4. A ballet wrap

5. Floral pyjama sets, Cami’s & Long sleeve shirts

6. Grandma cardigans

7. A cable knit sweater

8. Legwarmers/pretty tights

9. A pair of cute gloves

10. ANY clothing from “Mymummadeit”

11. ANY clothing from “Favourite child collective”

12. Any clothing from the “Cutey” section on Romwe

13. A dress/anything from “Selkie”

14. Any slogan tee’s / baby tee’s from small businesses and independent brands

15. Victoria secret Pyjamas/Robe

16. Pink puffa coat

17. Tiffany & co earrings or necklace

18. The “Mymummadeit” puffa bag

19. Kate spade heart bag/Vivienne Westwood one or just a heart purse

20. A printed tote bag

21. Ted baker bags/cosmetic bags

22. Any dresses from - Cider, Motel rocks, Pretty little thing, Oh polly

23. A ballet skirt

24. ECOSUSI summer garden romance bags

25. A cape/fur shaul//A glam doll coat

26. Vintage nightgowns/nightwear

27. Cute earmuffs & things to decorate them with

28. Mary Janes & frilly ankle socks

Beauty:

29. Any products from “Glossier”

30. Dior (addict) makeup products (Lip oil’s, Blush, lip balm,

31. Anything from “Flowerknows” “Etude house” “Too faced” or “Charlotte Tilbury” “C beauty mall products”

32. Chanel lipstick

33. A quilted floral coquette makeup bag

34. W7 Tinted kiss lip oil

35. Miss Dior perfume

36. Chanel mamoiselle perfume

37. Any of the Ariana Grande perfumes/body sprays

38. Penhaligons “The favourite”

39. Oriana “Parfums de Marly”

40. Victoria secret body sprays

41. Paul & Joe Cinamoroll collection

Homeware:

42. The Amazon floral bedsheets

43. A heart mirror

44. Love shack fancy homeware items

45. Anything from Paris Hilton’s new cookery line

46. A ballerina/music box jewellery box

47. Pink/Vanilla Yankee candles

48. FreePrints photos to make a wall collage

49. Roccoco style picture frames

50. An angel tray dish

51. Fake flowers

52. Pretty Cushions / A large throw fluffy blanket,

53. Caroline medium jewellery case

54. Fake cake jewellery boxes

55. Tall candles and a candle holder

56. Posters of celebrity’s/artists etc

57. Any pretty art that can be displayed/put into frames

Self care:

58. Spa headbands, and wrist bands (Kylie skin headband)

59. Inn is free skincare products

60. Philosophy shower and skin products

61. Chanel eye patches

62. Mulberry silk eye mask (pink)

63. Look fantastic heartless hair curlers

64. Dior prestige skin products and body lotions

65. Baylis & Harding products

66. Angel tangle brush

67. Charlotte Tilbury skincare gift sets

68. Elasti - cream

69. Embellished claw clips

70. Sol de Janerio body cream

71. Mugs, hand warmers, face masks, lip scrubs

Miscellaneous: ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚

72. AirPod max

73. Wildflower phone cases & airpod cases

74. A pink waterbottle (Stanley or Lululemon)

75. Lana del rey vinyls

76. Coquette notebooks

77. Dior & Chanel fashion books

78. My year of rest and relaxation

79. The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo

80. Jellycats

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I hope this helped you think of some ideas of things you want to ask or get someone for Christmas 🎀✨🎄

Merry Pinkmas coquette doves

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[letsgetrowdy43]

Luke buys his gf a promise ring

A promise ❧

It was a week before frozen four, tensions were high as Luke stress-packed his entire suitcase and two hockey bags.

He mentally checked off all the boxes in his head as he dug through his bags full of skates, tapes, and gear.

His girlfriend sat prettily on the edge of his bed, hair wrapped up in a towel as she applied some lip balm, finally ready for bed, now just to get Luke to calm down enough to crawl into bed.

The defenseman dug through his bag, searching for something that he'd been meaning to give to the girl, his eyes flickered up to see her sitting with rosy cheeks and a soft smile. His heart trying not to burst in his chest as he looked down at her attire, one of his old Michigan shirts and no pants, her bare thighs on display which made him slightly breathless.

“What are you looking for Lu?” The girl asked, moving from the bed to floor right next to him, she’d been clinging to whom for the past few days, trying to soak up her remaining moments with him.

Luke sighed as he looked at her, brows furrowed as he gave up, “I had something or give you, meant to do it long ago but all the guys told me it was lame so I never got around to giving it to you,” he shrugged as his hands went back to digging threw his second hockey bag.

“What is it?” She mumbled as she leaned in closer to him, cheek pressed up against his arm.

“Found it!” he celebrated as he pulled out the tiny box from deep in his bag, “it might be lame, but I want you to have it anyways.”

He opened the tiny box to be met with a tiny ring, a gold band with a tiny pearl, her birthstone. She gasped as her eyes switched between the box and his face, he blushed as her hands found the side of his face, placing kisses all over his face.

“It’s beautiful,” she said softly as he slipped it onto her finger, “why are you giving this to me?”

“It was supposed to be a promise ring, but that felt cliche, you’re too good for cliche,” he shrugged as he took the hand the ring was on his to his hand, lips brushing against the jewellery as he placed a kiss to her knuckles.

She shook her head, “I love cliche, I love you,” she grinned as she stared up at him, her eyes full of love as Luke’s hands found her waist and pulled her into him, her lips placing a sloppy, opened mouth kiss to his shoulders

Her eyes watered as her hands travelled up his back and settled in his hair, her fingers playing with his curls as she held him closer, “I’m gonna miss you, so fucking much,” she whispered against his skin.

“You have no idea how badly I’m dreading leaving you,” he said, voice trembling as the tears started, “consider the ring a promise though, one day we will be together happily living out our dreams beside each other,” she nodded as his arms tightened around her.

She maneuvered herself so her forehead was pressed up against his, “I love you,” she said, hands cupping his face as she smashed her lips into his.

“I love you too,” he said in between kisses as his hand moved down to squeeze her thighs, a laugh leaving his lips as she gasped into his mouth at the unexpected action.

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[andthekitchensinkao3]

WiP Wednesday!!

Iiii'm tagging @kcscribbler @thosegayoldmen @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @lokimobius @sweeteatercat @ anyone else whose username I can't remember. No pressure tags, either to read or post anything 😘😎

For context, this story’ll take place some time after my first coochieverse fic, Sledgehammer. Transmasc Mobius/transmasc Don, sex tape shenanigans, angst and smut galore.

For the purposes of this fic, Loki’s snuck off to the Sacred Timeline to find something for his and Mobius’ anniversary -- no, it isn’t an actual anniversary, but he’s never had one, and he wants an excuse to do something nice for him and Mobius. Mostly for Mobius, but you know. Dorks and feels.

He visits an adult toy store, and is helped by a very knowledgeable young man with shoulder length blond hair and a bit of a familiar dialect - but Loki’s too fascinated by everything on display to properly look at the guy, or register his face. He’s in a sex shop for the very first time of his life. Priorities, people.

And yes, this snippet is very very NSFW. Read on below the cut. 

“Ooh. A man after my own heart. Just a tic!” The helpful young clerk disappeared behind the corner to grab something off the shelves a little bit further in, and came back with no less than two different boxes. The brand was ‘Lelo,’ which told him nothing, and while the little doodads on display behind the clear front were…uninspiring at best, just holding the boxes gave him a visceral thrill.

“Here ya go,” said his new best friend. “Start off with this little guy, get those juices going, and when you really wanna rev his engine?”

Loki stared at the little packages. Exclusive looking, for what they were. Sonic, vibrating clitoral stimulators… “Fascinating.” He turned his head to properly look at the clerk, to thank him for his obvious expertise, but ended up staring at the poor man instead. It was a mistake to muster up the courage to talk about sex like a pair of adults engaging in a transactional Midgard custom. To look him in the eye, rather than let contextual embarrassment guide his eyes elsewhere.

It was the Don of his collected dreams and nightmares. Don from the home made sex tape that ended up changing everything for himself and Mobius. Long floofy, sunkissed blond hair. Peachy lip balm. Criminally tight, low cut jeans. And-- Why was he suddenly taller? Were those high heeled boots?

“Er.”

“Uncle Jethro’s gonna kill me for saying this, but all you need is your hand. Have your man use that on his clit until he’s gaggin’ for it, and then you use two fingers on his g-spot. But not like--”

He deftly demonstrated the fluttery, rubbing, wave motions Loki usually did, and Loki could feel his face heat up like a forest fire.

“--but you lock your fingers at a ninety degree angle to your palm and pull up. Like, aim for the ceiling, up, up, up, up. Go fast. Hold his pelvis down, and don’t worry about being too rough, he can take it. You’ll know you’re golden by the wet noises.”

“I, what?”

“I got two words for you, handsome. ‘Fountain.’ ‘Orgasm.’ He’ll love you forever.” Don leans against the shelf. “...now, what’s your pleasure?” Overt, come hither, how do ya like dem apples, pouty lips, shock full of confidence and swagger

“I. Uh,” Loki squeaked. “I beg your pardon?”

“What kinda toy do ya want him to use on you? Gimme something to work with.”

“Oh.”

“Aw. You’re precious.” Don patted his hand, which was still clutching one of the clitoral stimulator packages he brought over in a white-knuckled grip. “I like you.”

[inkednotebook]

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks and @willtheweaver for the tags!

Rules: answer the prompts for an OC

Tagging @meerawrites, @illarian-rambling, @mjparkerwriting, @bardic-tales, and @peachesandghosts

From my WIP Icing Waved Off

Full name: Theodore Alexander Wilson

Age: 24

Gender: Cis male

Species: Human

Appearance: Pale skin with pink undertones, no birthmarks or freckles, really. Short, chocolate-brown hair, often swept back; faded shave around the ears and nape of the neck; longest pieces touch the top of his ear. Hazel-coloured, slightly downturned eyes. Angular features (nose, cheeks, and jaw). 6'1" or about 185cm. Broad shoulders, boxy-shaped torso. Strong, muscular legs (especially thighs).

Occupation: Pro/NHL hockey player

Family members: Isn't super close with them, in part because he lives relatively far away for his career. As such, I haven't fully developed these characters yet. His dad, Greg Wilson, is a cop. He was pretty hard on Teddy and his brother growing up, but it's because he wanted them to succeed and wanted them to work hard (though he could've done a better job at showing them love). He has some pretty traditional gender views (e.g., "man" of the house, heteronormative but not necessarily homophobic). Teddy's mom, Libby Wilson, is an elementary school librarian. She's much softer than Greg, but never really spoke up if/when Greg was being hard on the boys growing up. Teddy's brother Nicholas is a few years older and is doing his PhD in psychology and has a habit of psychoanalyzing people and situations rather than listening. He's engaged to his fiance Kylee.

Teddy's extended family is spread out across New Brunswick and eastern Ontario (Canada). On his dad's side, he has an aunt and uncle who live in Moncton, NB, and a "dickhead uncle" (as James calls him) who lives in Fredericton, NB with his grandparents. He has cousins in Ottawa, ON - his Moncton aunt and uncle's kids. On his mom's side, he has an aunt and uncle who live in Kingston, ON, and who have a couple kids a few years younger than him. He also has his grammie who lives in Kingston - she lives in a retirement community where she found "her new beau" (also according to James).

Best friends: James Parker

Pets: None. He never had any growing up because his brother's allergic to most animals and his parents didn't want any reptiles or anything. With his job being so hectic, he doesn't have the right lifestyle for a pet at the moment.

Describe their room: Mostly decorated by his fiance Eleanor. Large king-sized bed with pale blue sheets and teal, paisley-printed duvet. White bookcase near the window with novels, trinkets, and pictures. A small armchair next to the bookcase; black suede with a pale blue throw blanket and matching pillow. White dresser across from the end of the bed with jewellery boxes/displays atop. White bedside tables with books and magazines on top. A walk-in closet near the back corner, next to which is the entrance to the master bath.

Way of speaking: His voice is pretty even-toned most of the time. He uses a lot of sports slang in his speech. Hesitates and stumbles over words when anxious. Ontario accent.

Physical characteristics: Nothing I didn't already mention.

Items in their bag/purse: When they're on roadies, his carry-on usually has: a sleeping mask, a book, phone charger, his meds/vitamins, noise-cancelling headphones, a pack of playing cards, an extra sweater, a Sudoku book + pencil, lip balm, pack of gum, snacks (assorted nuts, granola bars, and maybe an apple or banana), and a water bottle.

Hobbies: Other than playing hockey, he enjoys reading (especially mystery novels), playing video games (not really open world/story-based ones, but ones like Mario Kart, Mario Party, NHL The Show, MLB The Show, and fun party/co-op games), watching Star Trek, watching baseball and sometimes football, and doing puzzles (both brain puzzles and physical puzzles).

Favourite sport: Hockey, duh.

Abilities/talents/powers: He's very athletic (again, duh). He's a great hockey player. He's a pretty fast reader. He's an okay cook. He's good at brain puzzles (like Sudoku).

Relationships: At the beginning of the book, he's engaged to his high school sweetheart Eleanor Montgomery. Their relationship is very much based on emotional co-dependency from when they were teens. They "...fell in love young" and "What do seventeen year olds know about love anyway?" (-El). Not a healthy relationship on either end. Teddy pushes down his feelings and hides parts of himself around her and he ignores his gut telling him something's wrong.

With his teammates, he's much more comfortable. He's open and free and goofy. He lets himself relax and even lets himself break down at times. He still pushes down his feelings when around others a lot, and he isn't good at vocalizing his feelings with certain people. He's closest with his teammates James, Marcus, and Mickey.

Fears: Failure. Disappointing loved ones. The unknown.

Faults: Oh boy, he has many. He's a flawed individual, especially at the beginning of the book. Kind of touched upon it, but he's not good with feelings. Or at least he has a habit of shoving down his actual feelings to please others. He can be selfish at times without realizing it. He sometimes turns to alcohol and cigarettes to cope with his thoughts.

Good points: He cares so deeply about people. He's a hard worker. He's a good listener. He's open-minded. He's witty/can make people laugh.

What they want more than anything else: To win the Stanley Cup. But also just be happy with who he is.

[eoieopda]

Hii i'm resending this because i saw you saying your asks box got deleted! Can you write something about husband jin being super domestic? Thank you jade! 😘

husband!jin gives me such butterflies 🥰 and in my mind, he primarily wears glasses because LOOK at this man:

It wasn’t unusual for you to wake up to the sound of singing. More often than not, it was an improvised song that narrated whatever Seokjin was doing or seeing at any given time. Every now and then, this was a complex, step-by-step tutorial of his current task -

Today’s soundtrack was melodically intricate, but lyrically quite simple: your name, over and over, swept from all the highs and lows of his vocal range. You’d just woken up and yet you were already smiling. Your sleepy little heart swelled in your chest.

What was unusual was that the blanket you woke up underneath was not the one you went to sleep with. Barely awake, you scrunched this new variable in a tired fist and held it up to your face for inspection. Nope, you thought, there’s been a change in the ecosystem.

You wriggled free of that comforter to find a bare mattress - and bare pillows - below you. Somehow, Seokjin had managed to strip the sheets and pillowcases entirely without waking you up. For someone who lived as loudly as he did, this feat was especially impressive. Then again, you slept like the dead and weren’t easily disturbed.

Once you gracelessly crawled to the edge of the bed and your feet touched the rug, you realized your socks were gone. You blinked down at your toes with one eyebrow raised.

Your husband apparently took laundry day quite seriously.

Padding barefoot out of your bedroom, you did your best to rub the remaining sleepiness from your makeup-free face. Your hair was beyond help, though. Half of it had mutinied the bun sitting at the crown of your head like a deflated balloon; the runaway strands fell in messy waves around your neck.

Early on in your relationship, you’d wake up earlier than Seokjin to sneak into the bathroom and freshen up. You’d then slip back into his arms, and pretend to be asleep just long enough for him to wake up and see how cleanly and prettily you glowed. It worked one (1) time and then he caught onto your scheme.

“Do you often sleep with fresh lip-balm on?”

Down the stairs, you shuffled along on chilled toes towards the kitchen - the venue in which his morning concert was taking place. You stopped short upon crossing over the threshold, not just because the black-and-white tile was ice to you, but because your eyes locked on your husband.

He heard the way you laughed through your nose, ceased his absent-minded singing, and turned to look at you over his shoulder. That shoulder, like the rest of his torso, was fighting against the tight fabric of one of your old sweatshirts.

It was pink, absurdly small, and - to top it all off - already cropped. On your small frame, not much of your middle was exposed. Notably, you hadn’t worn it recently because it had gotten too snug on you. On Seokjin, it barely covered his rib cage. His tapered waist and unfairly muscular back were on full display.

Your husband clearly took laundry day very seriously.

“Good morning, sunshine!” He chirped with a mega-watt grin. He wasn’t acknowledging the ridiculousness of his outfit, so you wouldn’t, either. Instead, he grabbed the pan in his hand and flipped the pancakes within it easily.

Your trip across the cold tile to his side looked more like a game of hopscotch, but you eventually reached your target. Now on tiptoe, you leaned in and kissed his cheek. He was warm from standing so near to the stove, so you wrapped your arms around his very exposed stomach to steal what heat you could.

“Smells good, baby,” You hummed, glancing up at him with your face buried in your his sweatshirt. “Cinnamon?”

He kissed the top of your head, then he shrugged, “Trying something new,” he paused before tacking on an amendment, “And by that, I mean I spilled most of the package and needed to use the tiny bit left before I could throw it away.”

You snickered. You’d married the one person more clumsy than you, though he did a much better job of turning his mistakes into little masterpieces.

Your hopeful question was just above a whisper, “Bananas to go with the pancakes?”

“Picked some up while you were sleeping,” He peered down at you and shot you a quick wink that still made you swoon, even after all this time. “Kiss?”

Once again, you pushed up onto your toes. “Kiss,” you replied before pressing your lips to his.

[kamesama]

— match-up trade: jjk.

for @jae-pudding › match-up trades › i think it's safe to say i made up my mind fairly quickly, but it was a close call between two characters... i'm not gonna keep rambling; i hope you like it!

your match: gojō satoru.

mischievous pranks. learning new things. the most random trivia casually shared throughout an outing. matching clothes. simple-looking but expensive gifts. taste of mint and ice. grunge. polaroids kept in phone-cases, wallets or nightstand's drawers. sunglasses. takeout. paint splattered across a pure white canvas. selfies portraying bright smiles, taken on a whim. men's labello lip balm. squeezed citrus. being eager to speak even with mouth full. conversing well into the night and realising it's 2am. movie nights; salt on your lips and body under a blanket. video games with vhs filter.

there are plenty of similarities, such as the most obvious affection for the mischief as your lips struggle not to arch into a grin whilst some poor unfortunate soul's tongue stumbles over words — or the lack of thereof. the hunger for mental stimuli is clearly present, and gojō satoru would so very love to satiate it. or at least attempt to, for such starvations are oftentimes a pull of gaping bottomless holes.

a potential for acquaintanceship is clearly present, along with the smallest tidbit for some friendly rivalry, or a partnership in crime. it starts with a knowing glance thrown across the room, followed by the nod utterly drenched in understanding before all chaos breaks loose — your words braid together perfectly, fitting like puzzle pieces to form a proper, believing story. it is very likely that yūji ends up victim to your schemes — megumi had long learned not to trust whatever symbiosis occurs between you and gojō-sensei.

but it wouldn't be gojō satoru if he didn't nick a nerve or two; all your similarities aside, this man makes for a far messier phenomena than you could ever hope to be. watch him arrive late to an appointed date, his posture outlined with leisure and with a shameless smile on his face. he makes up for it, though, confident that he could bribe you with your favourite snack or sweet. or his charm, if need be. perhaps a little exasperating, but it wouldn't be a match if it ticked all the boxes, now would it?

yes, he is skilled in everything he tries, but that brings with it an unshakable confidence. should you wish to explore a new place, visit some exotic spot or try something completely insane, gojō would very well be your partner in crime. true, he may whine and pout here and there, but would he say no to something interesting and exciting? never. in fact, he may just come like a whirlwind and suggest you join him on his newest 'that-came-out-of-nowhere' trip. and trust me, he can be very persuasive himself.

there is a lot of space. akin to a cat, gojō sometimes displays fragments of clingy behaviour, but he is more than content with any distance you may desire. he is not tied down by some conservative view of handling one's emotions or expressing their feelings, so there's a sense of respect and understanding towards the ways you digest yours. gojō can stand his own ground, for independence seeps from his very pores. that being said, satoru does not embody an image of someone that you could dislike, for he is witty, capable, and knowledgeable. he may not look like it, but he is a good listener; as someone without all too many hobbies, gojō would adore to at the very least hear you speak of your own interests. go on, tell him how bothersome and insistent weeds in your garden seem to be.

and speaking of digestion, you better believe that satoru indulges you and your cravings — whether they include that itch for knowledge and something new, or a desire to try out that delectable option on the menu of a new restaurant. if anything, you may find satoru eye you as you erase the attribute of 'famished' off your name. there is something cute about it, he says, don't mind me, keep eating.

other matches: nanami kento.

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

[spideronthesun]

Manuscript Search Tag

I got tagged by @faeriecinna ! Thank you so much!

I am in the process of editing now as well as removing/adding more scenes. The words i received are: sick, small, remember and cloud.

sick:

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” Nikolas said, rubbing his brother’s back. “I was lucky to have you by my side when our parents died. You did much more for this family than I sometimes did. Who looked after everyone when they got sick? You did. Who would do the laundry? It was all you, because I had no idea how to turn on a washing machine.” Edvardas trembled as if he was treading on thin ice. He pulled his shoulders together, but kept his arms crossed. “You don’t have to lie to me because you are my older brother.”

small:

Behind their backs coils of smoke eddied round a boiling hot black cauldron so dense Adamas sneezed. Rubbing his nose and blinking his eyes, the small boy stared up at Marcele. “What are you making, mama?” “While packing boxes, I stumbled upon an old recipe book and decided to make the dish that mociute used to cook.” Marcele stirred the mixture with a spoon and put it in her son’s mouth. “What do you think it is missing?” Adamas leaned over the large earthenware pot and slurped the liquid off the spoon. He smacked his lips a few times and hummed before he spoke up. “Add one more spoon of rosemary to it. And maybe some lemon balm.”

remember:

To his first interview, he had brought a microphone and recorder, chewing gum in his mouth. Adamas was meeting the art museum director for an article on the new art exhibition. His fingers were shaking as he was taking notes, and for a long time, he could not remember the conversation the two upheld. He had studied the historical significance behind the sculptures, wondering where they hailed from. Nikolas helped him with his research, volunteering to tag along. Nikolas loved museums, taking pleasure in the stories while he pored over the displays.

cloud:

The departure of Edvardas from the family brought a sinister shadow over the land, much like the sun disappearing behind the clouds. Watching his brother leave, Adamas felt like a murderer who had robbed someone of his life. The body, taken away from him, fell like a tree branch breaking off and falling in front of their house. The sound on the roof startled Adamas. He turned around and picked up a piece of dead wood off the ground.

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14) if you have a bunch of hobbies that you pick up and put down that’s totally okay. Having variety is not indecision. Plus when you aren’t using the things for a hobby that’s the perfect way to utilise any closed storage- oh you’re not that into crocheting this month? Sick! Put that shit in a cupboard and stick a note on the door saying that it’s all in there.

15) there are a few things to cut down the time it take to put your shit away (i already hate doing laundry but there is no way I’m patient enough to fold everything nicely, it will just sit in the basket for days until my pile of dirty clothes is too unreasonable, same with putting away jewellery etc) I keep boxers and socks in buckets- it literally doesn’t matter which one I wear most of the time so why waste energy tucking everything into a little display? Things like sweatpants, pyjamas, and workout clothes get stacked bc I’m just going to grab whatever’s on top. Pretty much everything else gets hung up. I grab a pile of hangers and speed through my laundry pile. Least important shit gets lightly folded and sits side by side on my shelves so I can see what I have. Like 11) always open storage for things you actually need

Also having drop box organisers and little hooks is a lifesaver. I hang up my keys and my watch on magnetic hooks by my door. I have an organiser box with different sections in my desk- AirPods, bracelets, hand cream and lip balm, sticky notes and pin and magnets, fidget toys, a candle, a little spot I can keep a couple things for hand sewing while I watch YouTube. You name it, you make a section for it. If you have the means I’d also recommend just straight up getting an art desk- it has extra compartments on the sides that are perfect for this kind of thing.

adhd tips from a girlie who was diagnosed in her late twenties and has had little to no support since and is being so brave about it:

1) Make it easy, make it accessible, and make it appealing. If anything this is the most important thing, all tips going forward are based around this concept.

2) That thing you think would help you but you haven’t bought/done it yet because you’re technically surviving without it? buy it, you need it. doesn’t matter if people around you might think it’s wasteful or that you’re lazy, you’re not, just do it, trust me.

3) expanding on tip #2, if you’re like me and eggs are your main source of protein because they’re quick and easy and feeding yourself is a near insurmountable task- buy yourself an electric egg cooker, make a bunch of hard boiled eggs and keep them in your fridge for quick and easy protein to add to any meal (handful of crackers, a hard boiled egg and a banana? 5 star meal right there.). Other easy protein includes: potstickers (put them in instant ramen), edamame (they have microwaveable snack packs), chickpeas (put in salads!), beans (can of beans microwaved with shredded cheese and some tortilla chips), peanut butter (with crackers, apple and cheese, adult lunchable style) and tofu (cut into cubes, throw them into a ziplock with some seasoning and potato starch, shake that shit up and bake it until crispy).

4) spend a little extra (if you are able) on daily use items that excite you, it will make you more likely to remember/want to do said daily task. for example: the only reason i remember to use sunscreen is because i bought some fancy japanese sunscreen that smells like roses so i get excited to use it, same for laundry detergent and body wash! there’s a gajillion different body wash scents out there, switch it up!

5) if there’s a task you continuously struggle with take a moment to think about which part of the task is making it difficult, it could be something even as small as “i don’t put my dirty clothes in the hamper because my hamper has a lid on it and lifting the lid is one step too many” sounds a little stupid huh? but trust your gut, it’s not stupid if it works. See tip #2 and BUY A HAMPER WITHOUT A LID.

6) if you are having trouble starting a task, break the task down further, sometimes the way i start tasks is just by going “ok step 1) stand up-“ and so forth. don’t worry about the task as a whole just take it one step at a time.

7) if you’re halfway through a task and have to stop, leave it out. all this, “put things away when you’re done with them.” is bullshit. you will be much more likely to finish the task if restarting it is easier because you left it out. you can also create faux deadlines like “I gotta finish this project before my friend comes over on tuesday because after I finish it I can clean off the dinner table.” etc.

8) It’s okay to outsource tasks and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, humans are designed to ask for, and to require help (what do babies do when they’re first born?? cry for help!!) ask for help and receive help without shame, if it makes your life better, you are WINNING.

9) if you have one big overwhelming task that you think you need to get done before anything else, but you feel motivated to do other tasks, do those other tasks first, it’s okay. otherwise in all likelihood (at least in my case) you’ll put everything off until the last minute and then have to do said overwhelming task and those other tasks won’t get done at all. doing smaller tasks also lowers the mental load and you can use them as a motivation launch pad to tackle bigger things.

10) If you notice you tend to not put something away/forget to do something, perhaps consider moving and storing the item closer to where it ultimately ends up or where you are more likely to see it. For example, my makeup, pills, and mail are all stored on my desk because that’s where I tend to do my makeup, take my pills and deal with my mail. I used to store my pills in my bathroom medicine cabinet but all too often I would forget because they weren’t in my line of sight. now that they’re on my desk, I have multiple chances per day to pass by them, go “oh I gotta take those.” and take them.

11) Open storage, open storage, OPEN STORAGE

12) motivation can look like all kinds of things. sometimes the only reason I get out of bed is because i remember I have a fun snack and I get to go eat it if I get up. it’s okay to lean into those simple “animal-brain” type motivators, you’ll eat because then you can use that fun new kitchen gadget you got a daiso? neat. you’ll shower because then you can paint your nails that fun new color you got? fantastic. you’ll go to the dmv and do that annoying thing because you’ll take yourself out for boba after? superb. lean-IN to those small motivators, they aren’t stupid or childish, they are VITAL.

13) don’t buy into the cult of “if it’s worth doing, do it properly” it’s guaranteed to set you up for failure. if it’s worth doing, do it in whatever capacity you are able to. i put sunscreen on once a day because that’s fucking better than not doing it at all and i sure as all hell will fail at reapplying it multiple times a day. if it’s worth doing, do it half-assed babieeee.

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