#and im bawling on the ground

[hakusins]

my little sister is honestly the most violent lil shit i've ever met and personally i will not handle her without the safety of oven mittens but like tell me why whenever she gets vulnerable and actually admits she cares abt i just burst into tears

[yesloulou]

Daniel uses first karting helmet design for his 250th grand prix 💫 | Austria 2024

[gorillaxyz]

when i type in all caps and use 😭😭😭😭 ten times you need to read what im saying as if im screaming and crying it so loudly until my voice goes hoarse. bc thats what im doing

[cashweasel]

It was hard to pick,,,,, so, fjskdjsksjs it’s so many (only sort of sorry,,ngl) 😂

5,17 for kiyazan

9,25 for daemon nd karima

8,15 for Gideon and valen loll

29 for all of em 💀

Once again I FORGOT ABOUT A BLORBO ASK but I literally had this in the drafts and everything and today I bring you answers FHRHDJKSSJ

Kiyazan:

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad?

Yazan is a big actions guy so if something is bothering her he’d want to take care of it and fix it immediately also kiki loves cuddles and cuddles she shall receive fjskakdjdk will literally do anything to make it better,, holding her, talking about it, dancing it out, ordering her favorite takeout (yazan talking about it is a mix him being sincere and dissing the shit out of the person/situation and I kinda love it djdjskdjdk) leaving kiki’s part for you because I wanna know 😌💗

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

We talked about yazan putting up the shelves that kiara got that have been sitting around since forever and that pretty much what it’s about 😂 he just does things for her, or does things so she doesn’t have to. Pre relationship or pre living together yazan would just go around her house and fix anything that needed fixing fjdksidjdk,, also a big part of why he doesn’t mind doing the chores. To put it shortly acts of service and quality time!

Daemon and karima:

9. How open are they with their feelings?

I know why you’re asking this 😂💀 karima is…. Unfortunately still not the best at it at least in a serious vulnerable context and she bottles up a lot BUT she would sit down with him and be like “can I tell you something homie to homie 😔” and even then she tries to to keep it from getting too deep even when it comes to expressing love she’s not one to get Too sentimental but will let him know she cares about him. But this is mostly when they’re still in the beginning of their relationship (honestly it might take her 2+ years of being like that 💀) but I will say the first time she lets herself cry in front of him…………..

25. Share any headcanons about their relationship.

FHDKSJSKDJ ok so you know karima will just KO whenever wherever and her sleep is heavyyyyyy lol and I just think daemon doesn’t let her sleep in her makeup that’s all 😌 she’s knocked tf out snoring and all and he’s just 🥰 wiping her makeup off and doing her skincare for her

Valen and Gideon:

8. What are their most prominent memories of each other?

PLEASE 😭 valen’s is that he used to keep a pet rat as a kid, everybody refused to acknowledge it because it wasn’t actually a pet it was some rat he found lurking in their gardens and deemed it his bestie and would check up on it every day fssksjdjdj and when the rat died gideon was the one that buried and held a funeral for it 😔

Gideon’s most prominent memory has to be valen punching his dad in a room full of people loll bc not only was it incredibly humiliating and an act of love towards his bestie but it was also the first time anyone really stood up to this bully of a man and he just got wrecked by a teenager fjskaksjdj it was great seeing him hunched over w a bleeding nose until he made a comment about the company his son keeps and then it was both boys vs the guards trying to tear them off him fjdksksjskdn

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

Sort of lol,, gideon struggles so much with his self image and thinks he’s broken and has nothing to offer or that letting ppl get to know him is essentially a burden on him and them so he just doesn’t make friends or meaningful relationships easily and valen over here just Fails to fathom it because to him gideon’s the most solid friend he’s ever had and literally nothing like all those things he says about himself and so he always makes it a point to let him know all the things he appreciates about him

Valen on the other hand thinks he’s the most interesting and amazing person anyone has the pleasure of knowing and that he’s worth it and because he’s set that expectation for himself any criticism from others or negative emotions from himself is shoved aside in favor of the facade and while gideon agrees he’s amazing and lowkey idolizes him lol he’s the only one actually capable of giving him a reality check that he’ll listen to and seeing him as just valen

All:

29. What are your favorite moments that happen between them?

WAAHHHH LMAO ok to be completely fair my fave kiyazan moment is them throwing up into the same toilet together and kiki tolerating the bugs yazan collects despite hating them bc if this isn’t love idk what is 😂

My favorite daemon karima moment is him kicking the ball in her face when they first met DJDKSKDJDJFN and also ceramics class

And my fave valengideon moment is them going into the city and buying some lame lizard which turned out to be a large dragon they tried hiding in a barn where hay and fire don’t mix very well SGDHFKSKDJDJ rip

[oc romance asks]

[smartsloe]

Finally got around to the new geordi audio and OUCH ??

That one hurt

[sameteeth]

its not even maintenence thats kicking my ass its the everytbing else

[arolesbianism]

Jackie and Olivia are the best because they'll be having the biggest downward spiral of their lives and it's happening over professional work emails

[upsidedowngrass]

teres gonna be a brief intermission between requests . so much amelia so i NEED to draw amelia too

[nauti-ca]

WHAT IF I CRIED AND SCREAMED AND KICKED MY LEGS

'John, shut up and let me finish this smoke.'

He WAS worried Arthur now he's holding back

These John and Arthur designs are by the amazing @nauti-ca (thank you so much for them 😭❤️)

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Is This a Tragedy?

You're an actor and you finally got your big role in a hit TV show. Unfortunately your character only made it to Season 2 before they killed you off. This is how I imagine the lads men react to watching that scene [Requested by: Anon]

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

calm cool and collected on the outside; whole time he's really having an internal breakdown

grips your hand a little tighter in his as the scene progresses

“are you dying? is this a tragedy?”

is very aware that it’s just a show, but can’t stop his heart from pounding at the thought of losing you

rubs his eyes to keep himself from tearing up

stares at you after the episode ends “What?” “The thought of losing you has always terrified me; watching you perform that scene does not help” “it’s my job Zayne besides im right here”

finds himself staring at you more often just trying to commit every feature of yours to memory

never willingly watches that episode again

skips over that part every time or just turns the show off “You still can’t watch it?” “No”

praises you for the phenomenal performance although he claims it was a little too realistic

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

is great at slipping in and out of character so he was the one helping you with your acting skills

sits up straight when he realizes what's happening “is this the scene you've been keeping secret?”

falls out immediately in your lap

bawling his eyes out goes as far to curl up in your lap

would be so proud of not only you, but himself as well for helping you perfect your craft

“Do I get credit as the acting coach?” “Yes would you like a reward?” “You know I do”

Although he’s proud of you he can’t bring himself to watch the episode again also doesn't continue watching the show in general "they killed off my favorite character how can I continue watching it now?"

keeps pushing you to work on crying on command so if you need to cry for your next roll it’s even better

acted out the scene with you at home for fun once and had a mental breakdown

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

Fell asleep in the middle of the show and missed it

“just watch it when you get a chance” “no replay it”

immediately turns the show off in the middle of the scene

“im not watching this” “Xav…” “No”

drills you with questions about why you didn’t tell him you were dying in that episode

“I can’t watch that don’t make me watch it” "You're being a little dramatic don't you think?"

pouts, pouts, and pouts some more

won’t watch it no matter how much you beg

although he never finished watching the whole scene he holds your hand tighter now these days

asks for a warning next time so he can prepare himself …… to fast forward

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

watches quietly giving away nothing

“You even shed a few tears for your own scene?” teases you for crying at your own death scene “it looks different after the editing okay!”

won't admit it, but one time was enough

“it made you sad didn’t it?” “Well I don’t take pleasure in watching you die onscreen sweetie” “im alive though” “Let's keep it that way”

weasels his way out of watching the scene again

his voice slightly wavers whenever you bring it up

avoids eye contact when you tease him about it

held you tighter at night for at least a month

Bonus: the twins bawled their eyes out and tackled you to the ground with a bone crushing hug

[hipsdofangirl]

and when i’m back in chicago..

seokmin x reader

summary: what it could have been

genre: meet-cute, idol au, kind of melancholic ending

notes: reader and dk are iphone users, reader is a svt fan and has anxiety lol

a/n 1: DAWG IM BAWLING RN I WAS 30 FT AWAY FROM HIM AT THE BEAN GETTING INTO MY UBER AND I MISSED HIM GRRRRAAAHHH MY FCKING ULTIMATE BIAS so this is me coping and telling my experience with what i wish could have been 🙄

wc: 1.4K

not proofread

1:58 pm CST

“oh my god! the bean is not under any construction anymore!” you point out, able to discern the article text under the glaring sun.

your friend nods, tired from the lack of food and wandering around in clothes not accustomed for the 60 degree temperature. you still were high on energy, the city and sunny autumn weather fueling your excitement; along with the anxiety fueling your flight response.

you sling your phone in your pant pocket as your other palm sweats against your sling bag—one you’ve been gripping ever since you entered the large city in fear of being pickpocketed. you pick up your pace absentmindedly as your friend trudges behind you.

you glance back at them. “since it’s a major tourist spot, no doubt they will have food.”

you could imagine a cartoon-ish sigh of relief exude from them as their own pace slightly picks up.

the gardens slowly wade behind you as you trudge through them, searching for any sign of a enormous metal bean. sweat glues your shirt to your back as your fingers trail against the leather portion of your bag.

after walking on a curved path beside the pavilion, your eyes blank out on the promised free bean. you've seen it before—a long time ago—but your friend has never seen the iconic tourist attraction.

although some conditions weren’t in your favor, you hoped they could at least enjoy seeing some things not everyone gets to. their immediate attention goes to the overpriced food trucks right beside it; however, knowing that both of you haven’t ate in 6 hours means money didn’t mean a thing.

they pat your shoulder. “i’m going to get a hot dog and a water, you want anything?” you shake your head, too entranced with the surroundings of everyone interacting.

“i’m fine—thank you though. i’ll be on the bench over there,” you reply wistfully.

your friend pretends to understand and strolls quickly to the nearest truck. in the meantime, you stand alone on the burning concrete sidewalk, enjoying the scenery.

the air seemed fresh next to the gardens, with the trees colliding alongside the massive skyscrapers, reaching to the clouds past the sky.

“ah—pardon me?” a man under a black hoodie jump-scares you, face flinching in response; your hands absentmindedly clasps your belongings.

you take a brief look at the tall tan man as he himself jumps a bit at your own response.

you chuckle before a light laugh escapes. “sorry! you scared me—is there anything i can help you with?”

he pauses. you discern his previously concerned eyes—the only part of his face you can see—as they focus on the ground before darting back up to meet yours once again. his eyes disappear behind a crinkle, forming smiles of their own you imagine.

he waves his hands, phone in one. “no no! i am sorry,” you can hear an accent, “i took picture of you—“

your brows furrow, lips pursing; he catches on immediately.

“oh um—“ he mutters something in another language which you can recognize as korean, “you looked really pretty.” your face turns hard pink and you hope he only believes it’s from the heat. “and the sun looked pretty and i had to take a photo, but i want your…support for it?”

it was obvious he wasn’t even sure of himself; the hands flailing from you to the sun and back to you says it all. you slowly nod, trying to understand his words. you glance to his eyes, searching for any soul behind them; that soul digs into your own for something sincere that you can’t quite place yet.

the world just seems to encapsulate you two as you can hear light scratching of his fingernails against his phone case, tugging your attention away to the new source. you can feel his gaze linger on your skin before he follows your gaze.

he almost yelps, “oh! here!” he scrambles to open his phone. as easy as it was to open a previously opened app, you linger yourself on his hands, seemingly red and scratchy.

you don’t even notice people briskly walking past you, staring in your direction; you don’t even notice another man, yet older and in all black clothing, walk over to the backside of the man you are talking to.

his phone is brazenly shoved into your face, forcing you to realize how close he has gotten to your right side. you could feel his quick breathing and additional warmth radiating from him; you wonder if you seemed to be the creep between the both of you. the blush returns as you force yourself to stand still. you look down to what he is showing you.

it’s a picture of you. where you were standing. he was right. the afternoon sun glow shined beside you onto the camera perfectly. the trees colliding alongside the massive skyscrapers, reaching to the clouds past the sky.

you swallow, noting your dry mouth. “wow—that’s. that’s really good.”

“right?” he isn’t looking at the photo anymore. he is slightly bending down, so you are able to meet his eyes as equals. he suddenly cuddles into his black jacket a bit more. “you like?”

you swallow again, “mhm! it’s amazing. candids really are something.” you mentally hit yourself with the stupidest remark.

he chuckles. “give me your phone.” your eyes widen. he chuckles again a bit louder but only audible to yourselves. “so you have the photo?”

your mouth opens and his eyes close in cheer. you fiddle through your pant’s side pocket to fish out your phone. once it resides in your palm and faces him for the next set of instructions, he tugs down the top and presses on the bluetooth icon.

you glance over at him as he adjusts his settings—confirming your suspicion that he did speak korean. he then lightly tugs your wrist, facing your phone towards him. he presses the phones together and you observe as the picture airdrops to your phone.

“oh my god..” you whisper. he chuckles, breath hitting your cheeks somehow through his mask. “i didn’t know it could do that—airdrop can be tricky for me.”

he hums in response. he glances briefly at the corners of your cheeks. “only for us.”

you look back up at him with a smile. “oh for sure! thank you so much!”

he waves and nods his head. “have a good day.”

the man behind him tugs his sweatshirt and they begin to quickly stroll away. not before he glances back at you and waves shyly.

you then look around yourself, noticing some girls were angling their phones at you.

“so what was happening over here?” you friend saunters over to you, hot dog in hand and two waters tucked into her side.

you let out a breathy chuckle out of disbelief. “some dude just took a gorgeous candid of me and sent it to me.”

your friend nods and smiles. “good for you! no doubt he liked you.” she hands you the extra water bottle.

“h-huh?” you stutter, eyes widen.

your friend chuckles. “your expressions are so funny sometimes.” they pat your back as you aggressively twist off the cap. you tilt your head back and chug part of the water. they pat your back again. “slow down, you don’t want to throw that up later because i am not cleaning that up.”

you nod, this time slowly swirling the cap around the grooves of the plastic bottle.

“now let me order that uber and you show me that so-called amazing photo.”

9:59 pm CST

“—NICE!” the fifth time the song rings out never gets old. as much as your bones are exhausted, you are determined to keep up.

getting to the venue was a hectic experience, but stepping to your almost-floor seats was a whole separate experience itself. the arena was smaller than expected, but the seats were in perfect view of the extended stage, especially during the encore.

a quick snap of your phone catches the image of that same man you met the previous day.

you didn’t register what completely happened till you arrived at your hotel room, until your friend showed you a specific member’s instagram story. the road signs may have looked familiar in the background, but you hit yourself mentally for recognizing the tan man.

now, in the concert hall, he never looked over in your direction; instead, he waved to the 200s and to the people on the floor, yet you still took his photo.

even if he never notices you or remembers you, you’re content with the thought of him doing something he loves and you being part of a fleeting moment only through his eyes.

.

.

“candids really are something.”

tags: @jcxbliss

a/n 2: did i almost cry writing this ending? yes. did i cry when i barely missed him irl? yes. did i sit down just now and write everything in one sitting? yes. did i cry happy tears at the revelation that i briefly passed him? yes. god i love him so much—

thank you for making it here! have a good day and night 🫶

[repressionmd]

a selection of housefics i love!

i will make a part 2 when i reach character limit :D currently there is just 11 fics here but i WILL be updating!

Playtime's Over or The One Where Cuddy Forces House to See a Child Psychologist - mskullgirl

author summary: Following the events of "Skin Deep" (season 2, episode 13) House spirals out of control and stops eating and sleeping. Cuddy eventually offers him a deal; five sessions with Dr. Addams, the hospital's resident child psychologist, in exchange for three months off of clinic duty. What could go wrong? word count: 48k my notes: SO GOOD!! such a fun analysis of house and it has potentially my favourite accidental child acquisition of all time

Everything He Wants - the_northwind

author summary: House discovers that Wilson is a better coping mechanism than Vicodin. There's no way this could go wrong. A rewrite of the season six finale and beyond where instead of Cuddy, Wilson goes to House's apartment after the crane collapse. word count: 11k my notes: has one of my favourite hilson fic argument scenes. they're dysfunctional and messy and SO in character i couldn't recommend enough

Hypothesis - IreneSpring

author summary: At the beginning of the month, James Wilson decides to break out of his depressive spiral by having an affair with the first woman who is not needy. By the end of the month, he is facing an existential crisis decades in the making. word count: 15k my notes: haha wilson you are gay (jokes aside this fic is actually so fun and silly and made me LAUGH at the hoops our wilson jumps through to eventually realise he didn't get anywhere anyway)

Under My Skin - rhythmofsnow

author summary: Thirteen has a meltdown. House is there to ground her through it. (Post 5x05 "Lucky Thirteen") word count: 1.4k my notes: caring house my beloved... autistic solidarity my even more beloved <3

Composed - ferretwhomst

author summary: compose verb /kəmˈpəʊz/ 1. calm or settle (oneself or one's features or thoughts). 2. write or create (a work of art, especially music or poetry). or: a sick, restless Wilson finds himself in need of House’s company late at night. House indulges him. word count: 2.2k my notes: SO BEAUTIFUL.... wilson is so gay and so melodramatic and house matches his freak so well and WRITES HIM A PIANO PIECE....... they're so soft with each other idk its just beautiful. please read this

Soothe me now, soothe me, old friend (eng) - culturenana

author summary: Wilson would love to – Wilson would like to do so many things, make the most of countless wasted opportunities, erase every mistake, since his time has shortened without any warning, cruelly consuming itself under every cough. / House holds him close as if he is about to slip from his arms, and neither of them has the courage to discern what this thing between them is. There is no excuse or rational diagnosis that could cover it up. word count: 7.2k my notes: oh my god this fic made me want to bawl its so beautifully written and i have been shying away from post-finale fics purely to save myself the heartbreak but im SO glad i didn't do that with this one. they mean everything to me ;-;

'Samson's Mistress Cut His Hair, Thus Removing His Strength' - Sparklesinthewater

author summary: Set in season 3. Stacy doesn't come back. Tritter doesn't interfere. But the drugs and the infarction keep getting House into trouble anyway. Wilson is trying his best (but his best may not be what's best for House). / Or, House gets himself a girlfriend. Life goes downhill from there. word count: a beautiful 129k my notes: hello? hello!!!! can anyone hear me!! fic of all time!!!! a novel in its own right, and i did in fact stay up till 3.30am finishing it. impossible to put down and did make me want to cry in places. absolutely stunning. would recommend to everyone

a thousand teeth (and yours among them) - itooaminthisepisode (anarchy_opossum)

author summary: Sometimes, when House gets too overwhelmed by his emotions, he gets a little bitey. This is five times House bites Wilson, and one time Wilson finally bites him back. word count: 10k my notes: GORGEOUS STUFF!! amazing characterisation with lovely internal voices <3 they're so them and it makes me so happy

i let you win, i love to lose - sesamie

author summary: a short thing inspired by the thought, "what if amber and wilson's sex tape was ***for house***?" it seems like exactly the kind of toxic manipulative thing amber would pull and bring wilson along for. so here it is! set after the finale of season 4, and wilson and house haven't spoken about everything yet. things are bad between them and that's where the angst in this comes from! word count: 4.6k my notes: this fic did irreparable things to my psyche i mean ACTUALLY i do find myself thinking about it as im going about my day. genuinely was blown away by the sheer power of the prose i'll be honest 😭

we peeled the freckles from our shoulders - flowersinapril

author summary: Greg is twenty-three and James is nineteen when they first meet as counsellors at a sleepaway camp in the Adirondacks. word count: 2.1k my notes: GOD THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL... AAAHHHHHH i dont even have any words. please read this. crops watered joy delivered will to live restored etc. oh my god.

I'd Make a Deal With God (I'd Get Him to Swap Our Places) - TheFandomLesbian

author summary: When Wilson receives his terminal diagnosis, House flees to the hospital chapel. He doesn't know how to pray, but he strikes a deal: his soul for Wilson's life. When Wilson goes into remission, he has no choice but to uphold his end of the bargain. / In which House learns nothing about God, but everything about worship, in the arms of his husband. word count: 11.3k my notes: HOLY FUCK.. obsessed and i mean Obsessed with love as religious Especially when it comes to gregory 'religion is meaningless' house like this was so... good. it was so good. house is so desperate and so in love and its the most delicious thing ever

[iwannascreameurekaa]

if I had a dungeon I would put u in there

valgrace except it’s after a quest. leo returned with annabeth and clarisse, strength and wisdom, wisdom and fire, they were the perfect candidates. they celebrated as always with laurel wreaths and bonfires with stories and games but leo was growing paler by the second. his head pounded with a killer migraine, he was sick to his stomach, he couldn’t think clearly.

the few who noticed asked if he was alright and he nodded, said “yeah! i’m fine, don’t worry” and moved on. but his movements were sluggish, he kept dissociating, his vision blurred and refocused, he felt hot like the fire surging through his body was trying to burst.

it wasn’t until piper and jason came by to talk to him, to see him and check on him that leo excused himself with a slurred apology before the world went black and he collapsed. jason caught him, his heart beating in a wild, sporadic rhythm as he carried leo to the infirmary with piper.

the son of jupiter was worried, piper stayed at their side with teary eyes because leo looked terrible. neither of them left or slept, sporting dark circles and napped for ten minutes or so, waking up in a cycle to make sure leo was breathing.

but they were relieved when leo woke up. hugged him tightly only to apologized when will told them to be careful, he needed rest and recovery. yet they couldn’t have foretold leo wouldn’t remember who they were. thinking it was a joke he wanted to play, they laughed it off but leo was serious. in his eyes, jason and piper were strangers. and leo couldn’t understand why jason appeared so heartbroken, why piper held jason’s hand in comfort.

[malleusthehammer]

Hii, could I please request Sasaki, Heracles, Adam and Hades react if child! reader asked for a piggyback ride? I honestly think that would be so cute and wholesome 😭, reader and the character are very close, and I was thinking of reader kinda looking at them as a parental/brotherly figure? (Brotherly for Heracles, because we all know he would be the best brother ever), thank you if you have time to do my request!

AWEEWS YES YES YES THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA BAWL OMFG!! this idea is absolutely amazing

Getting a piggyback ride from Sasaki, Hercules, Adam, and Hades!

Warnings: None!! pure fluff :3

Type: Headcanons and drabble

⚔️ Sasaki

You just always thought he was cool!

so of course, you just followed him around

He loves playing with you!

Tag, hide n seek, you name it!

he’s oddly good at hide n seek

This man has taught you so many terms and words you shouldn’t know but ya know

When you ask for a piggyback ride, he absolutely agrees!

You and Sasaki were sitting in a field as usual, resting after a fun-filled day. Sasaki was gently rested against the large oak tree, his eyes closed. The gentle breeze pushed his hair, the grass around him following suit.

His eyes fluttered open as you stood up from your sitting position, standing infront of him in the sun. Your eyes were wide and full of playfulness.

“Mister Sasaki..! Wake up!”

He smiled, sitting up.

“I’m up kid, i’m up.. Are you ready to head back home?”

He watched as you grabbed his hands, trying to pull him off the ground.

“Yes yes! I want a piggyback ride!”

“A piggyback ride? Oh lord, kid..”

He chuckled and stood up, walking over to you. He soon squatted down, waiting for you to hop on his back. He and you laughed and laughed as you rode on his back all the way back home.

💪 Hercules

SILLY

SUPER SILLY

Demi god jungle gym

just let’s you hang from his arms on a daily basis

Hercules was busy walking down the halls of Valhalla, his weapon resting gently on his shoulder. The only noise breaking the silence was the sound of feet hitting tile in a fast manner.

“Herc!! Hercules!!”

The large Demi god stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder to see you running towards him. Your bright smile and small legs hurdling towards him. He was quick to turn around, squatting down to your level.

“Hey kid!”

He opened his arms wide, pulling you into a tight hug. Hercules stood up, spinning you around in a circle before setting you down.

“What’re you doin’ here?”

“Miss Hilde told me where to find you!! I haven’t seen you ALL DAY and i miss you!”

He chuckled at your antics, your slugged down, rolling your eyes about how long it had been since you had seen the god. You quickly made ‘up oy’ hands towards Hercules.

“I wanna be with you! Can have a piggy back ride?”

He smiled and nodded, grabbing you swiftly and setting you on his shoulder.

“I know this ain’t a piggyback ride, but it’s just as cool!”

🍎 Adam

Hes already carrying you around

you help him pick fruits!!!

Eve loves you sm omg

Adam walked around Eden with you, you both holding baskets of fruits. You both had been roaming around, feeding animals and having fun in Eden. Adam noticed you getting tired over time, slowly trudging behind him in the fields.

“Hey, you okay little one?”

He looked down at you as you slowly trudged up the hill, your forehead covered in sweat.

“Mhm.. i’m.. im okay..”

Adam waited patiently for you to catch up to him, his hair swaying in the wind. As you met him at the top of the hill, you sat the basket in your hands down. You took a deep breath, sitting down in the grass.

“It’s so hot..”

He blinked at you a couple times, before squatting down next to you.

“We only have a bit longer til we see Eve. Can you make it?”

You slowly looked up at him, your eyes heavy and exhausted. You shook your head, wiping sweat from your brow.

“Can.. Can i have a piggyback ride Mr Adam..?”

He stared at you slightly before obliging. He sat you snugly on his back, carrying you the rest of the way back to the house.

☠️ Hades

Not amused

at all

like he likes you

but he’s not amused by your antics

You had been following Hades around for hours now. Brünhilde had shewed you off, leaving you to wander the halls of Valhalla til you found Hades. He had been ignoring you for the whole time. But he has kept a keen eye on you, always steering away from the gods that may cause you trouble.

After another hour or so, he could see you slowing down behind him.

“Mister… Mister slow down..”

He heard your pleas, his feet stopping completely. He turned to face you, his eyes looking down on you.

“Mm.. as you wish, small one.”

He waited patiently as you caught up with him.

“Mister-“

“Hades. Just Hades.”

He cut you off, kneeling down to match your height.

“Mister Hades- can.. can i have a piggy back ride?”

His brows furrowed slightly, before he slowly nodded. He helped you on his back, then proceed through the halls to helheim.

I LOVED THIS SO MICJNOJ MU HOD ITS SO FITE OSHWWHHSGR SO CUTE IT MADE ME SCREAM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!!

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cherry margaritas & confessions ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🍒✮

tom kaulitz x vocalist! fem! reader

angst. very very angsty rich teenagers in the midst of summer with margaritas & tequilas IM SORRY ITS KINDA EHHH

age pairing : 16-17

warnings🍧 ; smoking, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos

note: bold italic = german

it was the summer of 2006, of course after all that touring, tokio hotel had to take a break for a while. that’s how we wounded up in this beach house that we had rented for 2 weeks.

it was around 9 pm as i went in the pool, the scent of marijuana lingered on my nose, beside me was tom who swam from the other side of the water.

tom and i were truly friends, nothing more. friends who kiss. friends who sleep with each other. friends who don’t look at each other like how friends do.

it was more of a friends with benefits relationship. he always had some groupie over, everytime after a concert he’d take some pretty blonde girl into the tour bus and i’d hear them have sex from the other room.

it hurt me, but at the same time it didn’t. know why? i didn’t want to have a relationship. we got drunk and had sex with each other, leading us to only fuck when we want to. now, it’s awkward. i was surprised he didn’t bother to bring a girl here, recently he had been so— distant.

“wanna smoke?” he chirped. “sure.” you took a hit on his joint and puffed the air away

“you seem so lonely lately. why all of a sudden?” he asked with a tinge of concern in his eyes. did he really care about how you felt just now?

“it’s just that something has been bothering me, a lot.” you answer coldly.

“you can talk to me about it.”

you really had no time for his bullshit.

“i don’t feel like you need to know.” you say, gulping your cherry margarita.

“oh. so now, when i’m trying to talk to you, you’ll act distant?”

“what is your problem with me tom? first thing, you’ll say you love me, then the next day you bring some whore who doesn’t even know you as a person over and fuck her like i’m not there? god tom!” you scream at him, your eyes tearing up, clearly drunk. you had taken a couple 5-6 margaritas earlier leading you to this state.

“so this is what it’s about, huh? me fucking some other girl who isn’t you? y/n, you’re so jealous it’s funny. you’re clearly drunk. do me a favor and try to think of what you just said.”

“what do you mean?”

“i told you i loved you. what did you say that day?”

flashbacks of you and tom kissing fuzzed your brain, not wrapping your finger around what you had told him after he confessed. your lap was on tom’s as both of your lips moved with passion in your bedroom.

“y/n.”

“mmh?”

“i love you.”

“t-tom.. tom, i don’t know.”

“what do you mean you don’t know?” he said catching his breath, exchanging kisses with one another.

“i just don’t want to get in a relationship.” and that’s how his heart tore that night.

your thoughts were snapped back into reality as soon as you started to cry. you didn’t want to cry, but you felt weak. why didn’t you tell him you loved him too? was it because of the girls? was it because he seemed like someone who’d be good with a one-time thing and act like nothing ever happened? the ideas swarmed your mind and took over.

“tom, i’m sorry. i love you” you said, feeling your salty tears reach your lips.

“i loved you. loved. get that y/n? it’s been done. i don’t want to talk about this anymore, good night.” he said, getting off the pool, wrapping a robe around him and walking to his room.

you bawled your eyes out, your cherry margarita getting hit by your arm and it’s glass crashing on the ground, thinking about what you have just done. you just threw out the love of your dreams. you were just too oblivious about him actually having feelings for you.

[earthry]

@copiasjuicebox - hello friend! im sorry you're having headaches aa let me take your 'writing cute copia' shift for tonight <3

Miscellaneous Cute Copia x Reader Headcanons

He's the type to baby talk his rats and call himself their dad and you their father (or papa or whatever variation you're more comfortable with).

Likes making mini versions of his meal whenever he cooks so the rats can eat with you guys. They have their own little spot kind of like a kiddy table but for rats.

Always checks in with you when it comes to physical affection or any kind of PDA and respects your boundaries. The first time you check in with him in return, he flounders a bit, unsure how to respond. No one has ever asked him before you, and he gets a little teary eyed and asks if he can hug you. From then on, you always make sure to check in with him too.

Likes to sing to himself when he's alone with you or at home. He definitely is prone to forgetting lyrics and I feel like he's the sort to just make up the lyrics on the spot by just singing whatever he's currently doing or thinking. It's made you giggle more than once before, and he loves nothing more than making you smile.

Doesn't really cry that much during sad movies, but will absolutely bawl like a baby any time there's a scene where the underdog finally gets their dreams. You tease him just a little bit for that.

It becomes a tradition to decorate cookies together during the holidays. One year you gift him rat-shaped cookie cutters and since then he refuses to use any other cutters. He likes to decorate at least one batch to look like his rats, and will give each corresponding rat their cookie as a little treat for the holiday.

Sometimes he'll ask for a kiss and say it's for good luck for 'so and so' but he secretly just wanted to kiss you and was too awkward to ask directly.

Definitely keeps pennies he finds on the ground and will show you and tell you that they are lucky pennies. If you tell him you don't believe in that sort of thing, he gets the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes until you say that you do.