#and breakfast i wouldn't really want to be all that different anyway

[cntloup]

house-husband!Nanami x fem!reader

fluffy fluff, teeny tiny allusion to sex

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Kento hates work. "work is shit!" he said. he ran away from his life as a sorcerer to become a salaryman so he could make enough money to retire and live in peace, far away from people.

he only quit working as a salaryman and chose to be a sorcerer again because he deemed it less idiotic, and of course less depressing after experiencing the misery of the mundane day-to-day life. and he'd have less amount of regret about wasting his time and his work not having any significant impact on anyone.

but life as a sorcerer is far from easy. experiencing failure after failure, losing his friends and students, failing to save the common people, it had taken a heavy toll on him and nearly made him an alcoholic which caused a surge of self-hatred and disgust inside him.

he felt undeserving of your love so he tried to distance himself from you and it absolutely broke your heart to see him like that until you swooped in and took his hand to pull him out of the swamp created by the anguish and torment of the life as a sorcerer. so after witnessing how worn out and stressed he had become due to his work, you sat him down to discuss the situation.

he was hesitant at first when you suggested it, not wanting to burden you any further, but you mentioned how much you love your job and you're in for a promotion soon due to being one of the top employees.

you truly wanted to take the heavy burden off his shoulders and offer some solace instead which you did anyway only by existing, but this newly bloomed idea was a step further towards the life he always dreamed of. so eventually after some more coaxing and persuasion, he came around to the idea.

so he went to Yaga and blurted out, "I quit." and exited the room with no further explanation much to the principal's dismay and shouts of disagreement, but he simply didn't care as he left Jujutsu High for good this time with a faint smile on his face.

it really is a dream come true. he's finally free. and of course he picks up baking considering his obsession with bread and if you share this obsession with him or if you have a sweet tooth, you're in for a treat. he tries a new recipe every day. he has a keen eye for different ingredients and he's a natural at it with how meticulous he is.

he always wakes up before you, taking a moment to admire your beauty illuminated by the morning sunlight. your eyes slowly flutter open, "good morning, sweetheart." he greets which is returned by a sweet kiss on his lips.

and of course sometimes this ends up with your bodies tangled together beneath the sheets as you both pant heavily while giggling, not caring if you'll be late for work.

then eventually after some whining and some more kissing, you detangle your bodies and finally leave the bed.

he makes you breakfast and helps you gather your stuff and get ready for work.

he packs your lunch and always leaves a lovely cute note on it.

he goes over the shopping list you had written the day before while you're gone and makes sure you have everything you need, replaces your used up beauty products if you use any.

also makes sure that every appliance in the house is in perfect shape and if anything needs fixing, he's on it before you even notice it. after all, he wouldn't want his lovely, hardworking wife be bothered by such things.

you never come home empty-handed, always bringing back something for him, flowers or a tie, or simply something that reminded you of him. you always make sure to mention how grateful you are to have him in your life and how much you appreciate him.

"these for me?" he asks with a soft smile which is rare and only you get to witness, "for you, my love." you reply placing another kiss on his lips and handing him the flowers.

once you're at the door exhausted out of your mind, he's there to greet you with a sweet kiss, take off your coat and pick you up, carrying you to the bathroom and gently placing your weary body inside the tub which he has prepared for you.

he sits by the tub and feeds you the delicious meal he has made if you're too tired to do it yourself, and then comes the sweet treat he's made that day which always makes you moan at the first bite, "you're so good at this! fuck!" you say, making him chuckle.

he joins you in the tub after your whiny, yet cute voice calls out to him and you rest between his legs, your back pressed against his firm chest as he holds you in his strong arms and places gentle, languid kisses on your neck and shoulders.

the water temperature is perfect, not too hot, not too cold. and the aroma of your favorite oils and bathsalts takes over your senses as you take a deep breath out of finally being able to relax.

his big, slightly rough hands travel across your midsection, dancing on your skin, his loving touch eliciting soft moans out of your parted lips as your body melts further into his embrace.

he's truly meant to be a househusband😩😭

[moon-ttokki-x]

hello. 😊 if it's not a bother, could i please request stray kids celebrating their 9th member’s birthday with her (please leave her age unspecified)? 🥰 no pressure, it's okay if you don't do this! 🤗

hiyoooo this was such a cute request . . . i didn't do a traditional fic bc i know everyone likes to celebrate differently >< i'm def more a lowkey type of person but i know others who like to go all out <3 here you goooo

skz and celebrating their 9th member's birthday

pairing: ot8!skz x 9th member!reader

summary: how skz would celebrate your birthday !

genre: fluff, idol! au, chaotic skz, reader celebrates their birthday, age left unspecified (though they're the youngest of the group), cute innie, big brother skz agenda all the way, mentions of forehead kisses, mentions of eating, mentions of chan's back pain

a/n: happy birthday to anyone who's celebrating lol

skz masterlist

so how skz celebrates your birthday definitely depends on whether you're a big, grand gesture sort of person or not

if you are

then expect half the company to be there at the party

or a big fancy event in one of the halls

lots and lots of singing and dancing, if your birthday happens to fall on a skz concert date, they'll definitely perform 'happy birthday' and sing one of your favourite songs

lots of gifts

i mean lots

they could be the most random things too

we all know how leeknow gifts things

so expect anything from a new nachimbong to a cucumber

skz would def be the type of people to surprise you at the dorms too, with a whole massive spread of food and sweets

felix would def be baking for you too

and there'd be a cake in your favourite colour with your name written on slightly messy icing on the top

when you look closer you notice your name is spelt wrong

jeongin excitedly points out that he wrote your name on the top and you kiss his forehead anyway in thanks

bc he's cute and you would never point out the fact that he spelt his only younger member's name wrong

oh well

you appreciate the gesture anyway

then it's gifts

most of them are good and you love them

but there's a select few that make you laugh

like a matching horse mask from jisung or a singular messed-up paintbrush from hyunjin

you keep them anyway for the memories

(and make a mental note to scare chan with the horse mask later, alongside jisung, who already has one of his own)

shhh !!

then it's opening the cards from each member

again, super cute messages from the members, aside from seungmin's card

he's just written in sparkly blue gel pen 'you survived another year'

'good job'

and that's it

slightly menacing but you thank him for it anyway, watching him grin as you place it down

and then it'd be a night out at the mall or the arcade

or anywhere you want to go

expect to be spoilt by your eight older brothers

they spare no expense to make you happy

whether you choose to take advantage of that or not is up to you

changbin or chan would def let you climb on their back as a once-off

and they'd carry you through the streets while you giggle in their ear

changbin doesn't even feel you

while chan is wishing he'd stretched his back earlier

you all end up falling asleep in a heap as soon as you guys get back to the dorms

no one has bothered to undress either so you all wake up looking like you did the night before

if you're not a grand gesture sort of person

or you just get a little shy on your birthday

skz will def be a little more lowkey

some of the members, especially the maknaes, don't really understand why you don't want to go all out for it

but they try to make you happy anyway

personally i feel like they wouldn't make too much of a fuss in fear of upsetting you

so you'd wake up as per normal and go to the kitchen

and minho has cooked breakfast for you

your fav obviously

and the other members just kind of go about their business and wish you a happy birthday

chan def stops to kiss the crown of your head bc you're like his little sibling and felix does the same

bc he's sweet like that

your day then goes as per normal

maybe with a lot less schedules and practices bc no one wants to do work on their birthday

unless you're super productive i guess

but yeah

and then you get home and walk into the living room

the boys have set up a blanket fort and a mess of cushions and pillows on the lounges

netflix is already loaded on the screen and chan and hyunjin have ordered takeout for everyone

so you all dress down into comfy clothes and pyjamas and sit and eat while watching a movie

your pick ofc

they do bake you a cake, or buy one for you if you're not into that

but they don't sing happy birthday bc they don't want to embarrass you

the maknaes def try and burst into off-tune song

you just let them bc it's funny

'you guys are literally singers how do you massacre 'happy birthday'...'

anyway

you all fall asleep in a heap with frosting-flavoured lips and sticky fingers

when you end up waking up, you decide to go to your bedroom

there's gifts from all the members on the bed and cards too

which makes you tear up

bc they were considerate enough to determine that you might be uncomfortable opening them in front of everyone

you make sure to thank them all the next day

skz loves you so much and will do anything to see you happy <3

a/n: i want cake now

[phefics]

hey angel! sorry to hear you aren’t feeling great lately, i hope some light shines on you soon 🫶

to distract you for now, how about a hunger games headcanon to explore what activity the og gang would plan as a special treat for their so? a picnic in the woods, maybe a night under the stars…

i challenge you to also think about which one is most appealing to you!!

take care! <3

hi, thank you very much for the ask and the kind words!! sorry this took so long, i just started a new job so i've been busyyy. so, i actually don't really write for the hunger games anymore but i'm gonna give this a shot anyway.

coryo would do things differently depending where he is in his life. academy!coryo wouldn't be able to afford anything to fancy, so he would probably take you somewhere with very beautiful scenery and plan a small picnic. peacekeeper!coryo also wouldn't be able to do too much, probably just taking you to a bar and twirling you on the dance floor. when he finally has the money and the status, politican!coryo would plan an extremely lavish day of spa treatments, a fancy restaurant, with flowers and jewelry.

finnick would take you to the beach, obviously. he'd plan a picnic with tons of delicious food and wine, and lay out a huge blanket for you two to cuddle up on. he'd find you pretty seashells and put flowers in your hair. you would watch the sunset and stay well into the nighttime, looking at the stars. if you're not a beach person, he'd probably bring you a big, homemade breakfast in bed and then take you on a scenic walk.

gale doesn't strike me as a super romantic person, so i think he would probably just take you out for a nice meal or out shopping. he can be very thoughtful when he tries, but his mind is often occupied with other things and he can be forgetful. he would be a gentleman though, opening all the doors and pulling out your chair on these special evenings.

haymitch takes you to see the stars. it's a chilly night and he brings you up onto this secluded little hill and gives you his jacket while he points out all the constellations for you and holds you close.

johanna isn't one for grand gestures, so it would probably be something very simple. she would take one of your favorite hobbies and plan a nice night around that. you like to draw/paint? she'll get some supplies and model for you! you like to cook? the kitchen will be full of fresh ingredients so you can show her how to make your favorite recipes.

katniss takes you to the woods for a picnic and to swim in the lake as the sun sets. she made all the food just for you, and she gets all flustered if you compliment the effort she put in — she wants it to seem like it's not a big deal, but it totally is.

lucy gray takes you out dancing, pulling you onto the floor and making sure everyone sees how beautiful the person on her arm looks. she'll spoil you in snacks and drinks as the night progresses. if you get a little too tipsy, she'll go into caregiver mode when you get home, getting you into your pajamas and making sure you drink tons of water.

peeta makes you a full dinner at home, with candles and everything. he tries to make it super romantic and fancy even though you're just in your own dining room. he pulls out your chair and pours your drinks and makes sure to cook all of your favorite foods.

sejanus takes you on a shopping spree. he watches you try on new outfits and buys you whatever you want before treating you to a fancy dinner afterwards. what can i say? he likes to spoil you.

tigris would plan a day full of small, fun activities that she thinks would interest you. whether that's a pottery class, a paint-'n-sip night, a movie...she's gonna fill the time with tons of thoughtful little moments that create a busy but fun day together.

[littlelovelunette]

could you do one where reader feels bad about themselves, and starts to struggle with eating, and after weeks go by it’s a problem, they’re skipping meals and feeling sick a lot, and vi noticed and keeps an eye out and then confronts reader and helps them get better, maybe having meals together? maybe she confronts reader by making dinner one night and reader refuses to eat it or something

Pretty As The Sunrise (2)

Contains mentions of eating disorder

You were watching the stretch marks on your stomach and thighs, you had really gained weight this time.

Some of your tops didn't fit you even, that made you feel really sad. You remained there seated on the floor for a while admist clothes and pants that didn't fit you anymore.

You looked at the mirror, hand coming to cup your stomach as your lips formed a little pout, you hated looking like this.

You sighed and decided to wear a loose t shirt and some baggy pajamas, you didn't wanna see the imprint of your figure through your clothes that's how disgusting you felt.

It's been weeks you've been skipping out on lunch, having just a toast for breakfast and barely eating anything for dinner yet somehow you felt like you were the fattest whale to exist on the planet.

"Gosh, I pity Vi," you murmured, pulling your hair down to frame your face in an attempt of making it look smaller, maybe the weight gain wouldn't show then.

"Hey baby, what's with the mess?" Vi asked as she opened the door to the bedroom, brow raised at the clothes scattered around the floor.

"Oh nothing I just couldn't find something comfortable you wear," you lied through your teeth, it was only partially the truth.

"Baby have you been crying?" Vi asked closing the door behind herself and walking upto you, cupping your face in her hands. Vi tucked your hair behind your ear but you quickly pulled them back down to frame your face.

"I'm fine I just need a moment can you give me that?" You asked softly and Vi sighed before nodding, "I'm only a room away, call for me okay? Don't suffer alone whatever it is." Vi reluctantly walked out of the bedroom to give you some space.

"Eat, babe," Vi's voice was gentle whenever she tried to coerce you to eat but you didn't want to, sometimes smiling and telling her you weren't hungry and sometimes simply behaving like you were full.

You didn’t think she noticed.

The way you pushed food around on your plate, always claiming you “weren’t that hungry.” The way your clothes started fitting differently, a little looser. How you sighed when you looked in the mirror, eyes scanning yourself with something too sharp, too cruel.

Vi wasn’t the kind of person to push when you weren’t ready to talk, but she wasn’t stupid.

She saw you. And she wasn’t about to sit back and let you wither away.

So that’s how you ended up in your tiny kitchen, standing at the threshold in nothing but Vi’s old shirt, watching her cook.

It was an unexpected sight—Vi, of all people, focused, brow furrowed as she worked at the stove.

She wasn’t a chef, not by a long shot, but the woman could cook when she needed to. And right now, she was cooking for you and what's what mattered to her.

“Take a seat,” Vi said without turning around, her voice casual but firm.

You hesitated, rubbing your arm. “Vi, I’m not really—”

“—Hungry?” She shot you a glance over her shoulder, an amused smirk tugging at her lips. “Yeah, I figured you’d say that. Sit your ass down anyway.”

With a sigh, you did as you were told, perching at the small, worn-out table. The smell in the air was good—savory, rich, something warm that made your stomach twist with a hunger you’d been ignoring.

“What are you even making?” you asked trying to peer around and get a peek, watching as she plated up.

Vi turned, holding out a dish. “Noodles with grilled chicken. It’s good shit.”

You stared at the plate as she set it down in front of you.

Steaming noodles, coated in a thick, spicy sauce, mixed with crisped-up vegetables and tender slices of grilled chicken. It smelled amazing.

Vi took a seat across from you, arms crossed, gaze unwavering. “Eat, babe.”

You swallowed, fingers twitching on the table. “Vi—”

“Listen.” Vi's voice softened, but her eyes never left yours. “I know what you’re doing. I’ve seen it before—hell, I’ve done it before. You start thinking you’re not enough, that if you just shrink a little more, you’ll feel better. That it’ll fix whatever’s in your head.”

Your throat tightened. She saw right through you. There was no more hiding.

Vi leaned forward, resting her muscly forearms on the table. “But that’s not how it works, sweetheart. You deserve to eat. You deserve to be strong. You deserve to feel good in your own skin, not punish yourself.”

You exhaled shakily, looking down at your plate.

“Just try,” Vi murmured. “For me?”

Your fingers curled around the chopsticks. You picked up a bite, hesitating before finally tasting it.

It was good—spicy, rich, the kind of food that warmed you from the inside out. Your body reacted instantly, the hunger you’d been denying making itself known.

Vi grinned as you took another bite, then another. “That’s my girl.”

A warmth that had nothing to do with the food spread through you.

Maybe, just maybe, she was right.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Can you do a story with Oreg and the reader :>

You're skipping the line, because I'm behind schedule today and the ones ahead of you need setup.

You're welcome

Kabr0z Writes Episode 47: One year later

This episode picks up from Episode 42!

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Not many today! Creampie; size difference; interspecies relations; fucking on a table; squirting;

A/N: I got into BattleTech today, which is absolutely one of those "Dear God, is that daylight?" Games, so it's 23:30 now.

Hopefully this doesn't keep me up all night again 🤣

Also, send in your requests already, you know you want to

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A year ago, you were sold to an orc warrior. It just so happened, that orc warrior was a duke who also runs a soup kitchen. You'd probably have wound up with him anyway if your adoptive father had let you get to know each other first. Things didn't really end up that way, and you were sold for thirty gold pieces and railed in childhood living room to seal the deal.

You weren't sure he really understood the idea behind an anniversary, he woke up at the crack of dawn as usual, trained until breakfast with you and your son together, then left to do whatever good works he took it upon himself to do. You like it, sure, he's certainly well-loved in the city but it is a little unbecoming for a marcher lord to be seen rethatching a roof.

You spent the day making preparations, arranging flowers you picked from the garden, setting up your child at a playdate so he wouldn't disturb you, you'd even bought him a gift, though he was a bit of an ascetic so it was only a new tunic and some hobnailed boots. Something he'd actually use.

He came home in the early evening, clomping into the house. You could hear him going towards the chapel where he'd normally stay for a while in quiet reflection before dinner.

Oreg had been a paladin since he was very young, abandoned by his warband and adopted by an elven conclave. He was younger than you when he ventured into the Shadowlands to kill the lich, and always carried his faith with him. You sat with your husband, gazing silently at the icons on the small altar, dedicated to the god of fertility and rebirth. Your hand brushed his, grasping a couple of his huge fingers in your own hand. He looked away from the altar, smiling at you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Dinner time?" He put an arm around you, placing his hand on your waist as he held you to him

"I was thinking of something else first, it's been a year since we met, you know?"

His greenish-grey skin went even greyer "Oh, I haven't got you anything!"

You laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek "I noticed, you'll make it up to me later, for now, let's go to the dining room"

You led him by the hand, a five-foot-nothing woman leading an eight-foot orc through your house to the grand dining room that only ever seemed to get use when you had company, or your child wanted to play there. On the table were the presents you'd bought, and the bouquet you'd made.

Your husband's eyes lit up. "For me?"

"Yes, dear, for you. Go ahead and open them"

You'd never seen such childlike glee from this man, normally lodged somewhere between practical and stoic, now filled with anticipation as he turned the first gift over in his hands before tearing off the paper and holding his new clothes to his chest. He was even more impressed with the boots, remarking on the sturdy soles as he tried them on. You couldn't help but beam at him as he stomped up and down the length of the room, clearly loving the clack-clack-clack of the nails on the smooth granite floor

You finally managed to convince to stop stomping, holding this giant man who suddenly has the boundless energy of a teen half his age. You pushed him onto one of the chairs arrayed on either side of the great table, climbing on top of him

You whispered in his ear "Now, you get to give me my gift" before hiking up your skirt, revealing your pussy to him.

He got the idea. Bundling you up, he lay you on the table, kicking the chair away and kneeling to dive face-first into you.

His hands gently gripped your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh as his tongue gently explored you. He started slow, barely touching as he licked the outer lips up and down. Speeding up, he started to tease the inner lips and your hole, running his tongue vertically, slightly catching your clit every now and then to send electric tingles through you. You could feel how wet this was making you. Hell, you could hear how wet it was making you! He still wasn't stopping, rubbing your hole with a thumb as he moved his attention upward, his tongue rolling around your clit as you whimpered and whined on the table.

When his finger started pushing into you, it was too much. You cried out as the tip slid in, feeling yourself clenching as your hands gripped the back of his head through your skirts. Oreg wasn't done yet, though, that finger pressed on, getting deeper inside before he curled it upwards, pushing hard against your g-spot, making you gasp as your knuckles whitened on your clothes. He moved with a practiced purpose, listening to the crechendo of gasping cries you made as you approached your next peak. At last, you came again, squirting straight into his mouth as waves of pleasure flowed over you. Ever since he figured out how to do it, it's been his favourite thing to do with you, you weren't sure if he enjoyed getting off as much as making you squirt for him.

He definitely enjoyed getting off though, and as he stood up, you felt the imposing thickness of his cock against you. You'd gotten more used to it over the months, but it was still challenging at first. He held the absurdly sized cock against you, rubbing it up and down your slit, slathering it with your juices before angling it into you. A moment passed, you could feel it pushing into you. Your body relented, and the tip stretched its way inside. Your breathing once again turned to gasping and your toes curled as he slid in, being careful not to go too quickly even as you could see he desperately needed your body.

"Do it, give it to me like you want" you breathed your enthusiasm to him. He looked at you a moment. You met his gaze.

He thrusted. You screamed. Wide-eyed, he looked down at you, even as you held him in "Deeper, Oreg, please, deeper"

He pulled out an inch or two, then forced himself deeper into you, letting his bodyweight force his cock inside. You bucked and rolled your hips, fucking him back as he pressed in. He picked up speed, your moans emboldening him

"Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me" you repeated your mantra over and over again as the orc took you. The table rocked and creaked with the force of his thrusts, again and again until at last, he did as you asked.

His hips hit yours and he let out a groaning sigh, cock twitching, filling you up as he dropped his load into you. You stroked his face and pulled him to you. You kissed. Your tongue was in his mouth now, he gently caressed it with his own as his balls pumped more and more of his essence into you, already leaking out and pooling below you.

You held him to you, closing your eyes, not letting him go. This is the only present you wanted from him.

Though a sword would be awesome.

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Hope you enjoyed that, it's super duper late now so I'm just going to remind you all that requests are open and you're welcome to leave one!

[stevinguniverse]

Something ive been thinking about a lot lately.. ^_^

While Steven's on the road after future, I feel like he would experiment with shapeshifting a lot more. I feel like the idea would be born out of insecurity... Like, he's still dealing with so much, he had such little time to process his trauma and how it still hurts him, and he definitely has a lot of issues with his self confidence. I feel like, just every now and then, Steven would shapeshift into other people, like characters he's made up in his head.

I think a lot of his characters would be women... One, because he grew up with mostly women, his most formative years and events he spent with the gems. So maybe he would just default to that.. BUT ALSO I think that he has some issues with gender identity that he would rather work out AWAY from home, whether or not hes aware that's what he's doing.. i definitely think Steven is a little genderfluid.. maybe just genderqueer!! But he never really had time to explore his own identity, he always just had to prove to everyone that he /wasn't/ rose/pink diamond. Coming to terms with the fact that he is Steven is great, but who is Steven?

Anyway I think this character would be the one he usually defaults to.. (I can't stop thinking about her AUGHH) I feel like Steven would shapeshift into her to do random everyday things.. like going grocery shopping, getting food, going on walks, etc. It's still him.. but just different!!

In my mind, steven would use shapeshifting a way to explore his own identity, but mostly as a form of escapism. To separate himself from his trauma and everything he's dealing with.. sometimes it's hard to be the same person you were when everything was going downhill, and it's confusing to try to navigate life as the same person who went through something so horrible.. for Steven it was just traumatic event after traumatic event for YEARS, and even in future he went through soo much. It wouldn't be crazy to imagine he doesn't want to be himself anymore after that. At least not all the time. Sometimes just being yourself can be isolating. Living vicariously through a "perfect person" he's fabricated in his head would be freeing at first, but I feel like ultimately he would just become exhausted..

I think connie would be the first to find out... In future they mentioned meeting up for ?? breakfast (i think it was breakfast)... Imagine Connie is in town a little early, she decides to stop by a store to grab something. Steven is already there (ive imagined this scenario like 50 times already help me) and they end up in the same aisle. Steven recognizes her immediately, obviously, but knows as long as he keeps his form she will never know. Once she leaves, he can just un-shapeshift and then meet her at the REAL spot they're supposed to. But I think in his nervousness, he would drop whatever item he was holding. Connie being nice of course would pick it up and hand it to him. Maybe she would ask him a question, or say "hey, I like your earrings!".. but if Steven responds, she's going to immediately recognize his voice :,) ... (I actually have imagined this turning out multiple ways... Either Steven freaks out and says something anyway and she recognizes his voice, he gets too nervous and un-shapeshifts by accident.. cus he's probably not very great at shapeshifting because I mean.. why would he want to be after cat fingers.., or he would pretend he couldn't talk and quickly leave the store 😭) in this hypothetical situation im gonna say he gets caught shapeshifting and is put into a situation where he has to sit through the date still shapeshifted (i still haven't figured out why he would have to yet ....) and hes embarrassed and also feeling a lot of shame but connie is just confused and a little flustered too because... waow pretty boyfriend....

I do think they would have a long conversation afterwards, like maybe they sit in stevens car and talk... Connie asks him if he's more comfortable being this way. He says not really. Maybe? Kind of? But not really.. she asks why he's doing it, but he doesn't really truly know. He just knows its easier this way. They talk about the implications of him choosing this specific form, he tells her that he's really confused about who he is. His sense of self is all out of whack and he doesn't know how to handle it. He begs her not to tell anyone, and obviously shes like. What?? I wont!!

I think in the end Connie would just want to be supportive no matter what because she loves him ^_^ and Steven would probably cry a little because hes just so darn confused 😔 but eventually i think he would phase out of it.. probably realize hes genderfluid/queer along the way.. even though that wasn't the point of him shapeshifting in the first place..!

Steven being steven by not being Steven.. or something

[echantedtoon]

Kinda like my last post but more poly. Auish so barely anything's cannon. Kimetsu Gauken based. Artwork not mine both found on Pinterest. Will probably contain some headcannons from my Kagamane x Reader headcannons post too.

-How did you catch the attention of these two couples? You literally had no idea.

-You only knew that you were Muzan's secretary before he hired Kokushibo to take over your job as he was 'better suited.' But unbeknownst to you, that was a way to just get closer to you by Muzan and his wife.

-You've been working for the couple for over two years having been hired by Two to help the both of them manage their companies. Muzan wasn't happy about his wife hiring someone without his say so but relented the because his wife was happy with you.

-You did a very good job honestly. Papers were always perfectly filed, and you were very organized and clean. You kept up with his own and Rei's Business deals separated unless needed to be combined. He couldn't remember how many times the last secretary mixed up their appointments and costed them time and money. You were also on time all the time everyday and had materials at the ready for whatever he needed.

-Rei was quite satisfied with your performance as well and he liked knowing his wife was happy so he didn't care about her inviting you to have small lunch breaks with her and their daughter.

-Their daughter was quite taken by you as well. Smiling and talking about how nice you were and how you had help her learn how to spell a big learn that won her spelling bee at school.

-Rei quite agreed you were quite a charming lady and she wouldn't mind having you around more often. He agrees.

-While you're professional and perficiant in what you do and your bubbly kind and positive personality added a bit of fresh air into the office and at the same time you weren't overly positive for him to find you annoying. If fact he quite looked forward to the way you treated him every morning with your bright smile and a cup of his favorite coffee. How you and Rei smile like old friends and get along so well. How his daughter is always excitedly bouncing around and showing off what cool new facts she learnt 'from the nice office lady'!

-Its inevitable they would find someone as cute as you unable to resist for long. It's not surprisingly Rei that brings up the subject first while at breakfast and he's reading a newspaper. "Dear, Y/n was so kind to teach our little darling how to easily spell arithmetic the other day." "Mmhm. Very nice." "You know I don't think we're really giving her a position she deserves. You've always said that I could use a personal assistant for my work." "Darling, you just read my mind."

-You are shocked when the happy couple announced that you were fired from your secretary job but they were moving you to be Rei's personal assistant. You gingerly try to reject the offer but they insist having already replaced you with Kokushibo who turns out if far more efficient.

-So begins your very awkward new job as Rei's personal assistant. Some of it isn't too different from your old job minus following her around during the day. You still file paperwork for her and handle calls if she's busy, but now you also did things for her such as getting her awkwardly massive food orders-

"I have your double shrimp salad bowls."

"Oh thank you. But I must've gotten too much. You eat the other one you've been working so hard and deserve some food."

And going shopping with her as she gifts you extra items she ..accidentally buys an item she didn't want.

"I have all your bags, Ma'am."

"Thank you. But it seems I accidentally bought the purple heels instead of black."

"Shall I call the store and request a refund for the shoes?"

"No need. You can keep them. They're your size anyways."

-You also start to help out Rei's husband by rearranging furniture in his office as he works and gauges your help in certain things.

"I want you to take this."

".... It's an address and..IS THIS THREE THOUSED DOLLARS?!"

"Yes. I'm thinking about buying a share at this new retreat but unfortunately I'm far too busy to go myself. Go check yourself in for a week and report back to me anything wrong with the place."

Even when you go, granted having a good time, and comeback with your positive feedback you don't see any shares listed for the retreat in the financial database. But he does use your help in other situations too-

"Is this a dinner reservation?"

"Yes. I'm interested in hosting a business dinner together with some investors next week. Go to the reservation and see if their food is up to my standards."

You are concerned when he sees no investors the next week.

-You start to get very awkward when Rei requests you start doing more personal things. Like tutoring their daughter and picking her up from school and playing with her when they're busy. And staying to have dinner with them multiple times a week even if you decline.

-You unexpectedly get a raise despite doing less work than your last position.

-You get invited on outings together to help watch their daughter but for some reason there's always a place set aside for you or the reservations always included a fourth person.

-You get random gifts with excuses-

"My daughter thinks it's your birthday and she'll be upset if I didn't at least gift you some flowers."

"Here. I never used this dress anyways and they got my size wrong."

"My wife misplaced her necklace so I ordered a new one for her. She just found the old one today so you may keep the extra."

-One day you pick up their daughter from elementary school and she's just happily chatting away in the back seat.

"I can't wait for Mother's Day. I'm gonna make you and Mommy the best cards ever!"

"Aw. You don't have to do that. I'm not even your mom."

"Not yet! You have to marry them first and I'm gonna be the flower girl!!"

"Haha! I'm not marrying your mommy and daddy."

"Huh? You're not?"

"Of course not. What made you think that?"

"Because Daddy says I can be the flower girl! Mommy even picked out matching dresses for all three of us in that fancy magazine!"

-Both are a mixed reaction when they receive your professional company email that very night explaining that the hours were starting to get bad for you so you were putting in your two weeks and using all your company vacation days for that entire week so they didn't have to trouble you for a final paycheck.

-Rei is absolutely shocked and very, very confused. Why did you suddenly quit? If the hours were getting to bad then they'd be happy to talk with you about it and rearrange things.

Muzan is pissed. How dare you just quit on such short notice?! After everything they did?! You didn't even have mind to tell them in person!

Both try calling you but get nothing but voicemail, their emails go unanswered as well. Their daughter is very upset. Why did you leave? Weren't you going to marry them?

-Unbeknownst to the couple you use the extra money from your sudden raise to move away to a new residence. Blocking both on your old email and phone before completely getting a brand new email address and number and being sure to block them again on those too before gathering up all the unwanted gifts up to mail them back being sure to include no return address.

-After laying low for about a month you decide to go back out to job hunt. Eventually finding a secretary position open at a local school after the old secretary retired! Perfect! You end up calling the number listed for the principal and she's nice enough to arrange an interview for you with her husband, the Chairman of Kimetsu Academy.

-The interview actually goes very well! Mr. Kagaya Ubuyashiki is a very kind man and his wife is also very kind and both of them were impressed with your resume. You got the job the day!

-You're a little out of your territory being in a a school setting but slowly things start turning. You start to really enjoy your job at the Academy. You've already made friends with a few teachers like Kyojuro and Gyomei.

-Students start to like coming to the office more because of how bubbly and friendly the new secretary is. The teachers start to talk to you more often and invite you to staff parties and outside work events. Events that you were free to DECLINE and no one was giving you an uncomfortable feeling.

-Was working your old job really that stressful? You couldn't remember the last time you actually felt appreciated or just had someone treat you normally.

-Kagaya thinks it's amusing watching you shyly peek into the doorway to his office with papers clutched into your hands and bashfully asking if you could come in. The way you so innocently look unsure of something or squeak out a question. It's adorable seeing your attempts.

Amane finds your sweet and bubbly personality is perfect for the job! Especially when she sees how much you love interacting with the students and always friendly towards her own children. When you shyly ask her for help with scheduling or ask where a certain file is, always puts a smile on her face.

-Speaking of the Ubuyashiki children, you adore the quintuplets! And don't mind watching them in the office for a little bit if Kagaya or Amane was running a little late or had to do last minute work. Because they always asked you if you'd be alright with it first and didn't expect you to do anything outside your job.

-Somewhere along the way they ask you politely if you'd like to have dinner with them without any expectations for you saying yes and you agree wholeheartedly. Making it a weekly thing where you all would all have dinner together Sunday night.

-Muzan and Rei really don't know where you went for the longest time until he just happens to mention you in front of Nakime who recognizes you instantly and reveals it to him.

-Muzan is absolutely RAGED to find out not only are you working for his cousin but seemed to be dating his cousin and his wife!! Rei has to hold him back and tell him to not do anything dumb before he goes to do anything actually dumb like storm into the academy and yell at everyone.

-Instead he furiously calls his cousin and DEMANDS to know what the hell he thought he was doing!! And DEMANDS to let him talk to you THAT INSTANT!!

"Oh yes. You're the really weird bosses she was talking about. How's your dating life going?"

"YOU FUCKER!! IF YOU DON'T DO AS I SAY I SWEAR YOU'LL PAY FOR IT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!!"

"How do you both manage to get married but still pull no bitches combined?"

"YOU MOTHERFU-"

Rei later scolds him for cussing in front of their daughter at her cousins and for chucking his phone off their second story balcony.

-She tries to later apologize for his tantrums via calling Amane who firmly states that they were not to go near you but much more politely.

-Your're later very surprised to discover that Muzan and Kagaya are actually cousins but it doesn't change your opinion on the Ubuyashikis because of how well they have been treating you.

[wrongbodies]

Bodies Between Friends, pt. 5

As Brandon walked back to Robby's dorm room, he felt a buzzing from his pocket. He pulled out Robby's phone, to see a text from Jace. He was wondering if they could meet up at Robby's room before getting some breakfast.

Brandon texted back his confirmation. Robby wasn't too far behind. Brandon just wished he had time to shower before the other guys came over, but he had to hoof it across campus from Riley's room.

Sure enough, when Brandon got back to the room, Jace was knocking on the door before he could even sit down. Robby was there too, looking a bit sleepy, his borrowed eyes bloodshot. Jace wasn't looking much better, in Brandon's body he seemed sluggish and kept yawning.

"So, how was everyone's night?" Robby asked, a grin forming.

"It was amazing." Jace said. He seemed to be thinking about something as a ghost of a smile lingered on his face.

"I had a great time, too." Brandon confirmed. "It was surreal, but so exciting."

"That's a great way to phrase it. Surreal. Like, we all have the same basic anatomy, but it is so weird how different they can feel. I had to get used to being taller, being stronger, just... everything." Robby chimed in.

"Yeah, and I will be honest, I was not prepared to piss with someone else's dick." Jace laughed.

"You jest, but it is fuckin' weird." Brandon agreed.

They all laughed and gave random details of what the night was like, and how their bodies all felt different. Even Robby seemed fine when Brandon alluded to his sexual encounter with a man last night, despite his staunch heterosexuality. What's more, Robby seemed really grateful to have had the experience as Jace.

"I never thought I could be that confident. It's like your body was just on autopilot or something." Robby said to Jace.

"Nah man, I think that was all you. You felt confident, so you acted confident. Give yourself credit!" Jace encouraged.

Brandon nodded, smiling and genuinely happy that Robby had such success. As they calmed down, it seemed all three of them began to think a similar thought. Each of them looking awkwardly between each other. Finally, Brandon broke the silence.

"I guess we are all thinking about it. Switching back, right?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah, I was." Robby agreed. Jace nodded as well.

"But, I-" Jace began.

"Yeah?" Robby asked. He seemed to perk up a lot.

"I, uh, I dunno... I won't bullshit you guys. I really like this." Jace pointed at his, Brandon's, chest.

"What are you saying? You want to stay me?" Brandon asked, the implication waking some desire up inside him.

"I mean, yeah? It wouldn't have to be forever, either. I just wonder if we couldn't wait to swap again later?" Jace wondered aloud.

"I'm up for it." Robby said. "But, I think for it to be fair, everyone has to agree. Everyone involved, anyways. If we ever do a two-way swap, we need to always respect whoever we make a switch with. I don't want Brandon to get stuck as me, if he doesn't want it."

"Actually, I am fine with it. I sort of gave your number to a guy anyways..." Brandon admitted, a realization dawning on him. If he gave Robby's number to Riley, and Robby took his body back, he'd have a hard time explaining why Brandon shows up to dinner and not Robby...

"Oh, I see." Robby looked contemplative.

"Was that wrong?" Brandon asked, suddenly nervous he had overstepped.

"No, I think... I think it's ok. But what about long term? Is this someone you are going to want to see often? I don't think I can pretend to be interested in a dude if you aren't around to tell me what to text or say." Robby explained.

"Damn, I really didn't put much thought to all that." Brandon said, looking down.

"Well... who says we need to swap back at all?" Jace offered.

"Woah." Robby sounded a bit shocked. Brandon looked up at them, both of them looking like they were thinking a mile a minute.

"Let me just put my logic out there, guys. Robby - you want to be me because you want the confidence to meet ladies, have sex, and feel popular. Brandon - you ended up finding out that Robby's body was attractive to some guys, or one in particular. It seems it might lead to something, dates or more hookups. And me - I admit I wanted to be Brandon because his leg isn't fucked up." Jace laid out.

"I can't deny it." Robby shrugged. He smiled as he rubbed his arm, feeling the subtle muscle.

"I admit I was really excited to find out Robby can be a cute twink if he dresses better." Brandon smirked, to which Robby scowled.

"And you guys probably thought I went to have sex with some chick last night. No, I didn't actually." Jace said, his eyes peering down. Brandon and Robby were intrigued by this revelation. "I actually went to the ice rink. I wanted to see what it felt like to get on the ice again without the pain, without being slowed down by my leg."

Brandon and Robby looked at each other. Another realization dawned on Brandon.

"We all got something we were missing." Brandon said, quietly.

"What?" Robby asked. "What did you say?"

Brandon found his voice, and spoke louder. "We all got something we were missing. Robby got his confidence and an attractive body. Jace gets a chance to get back to sports and being an athlete without his injury. And I get to explore my sexuality more freely."

"Woah..." Jace breathed.

"Yeah, woah." Robby agreed.

"Am I wrong?" Brandon inquired, eyeing the other guys.

"No, not at all if I'm honest." Jace acknowledged. "Last night I felt fucking free. I have been on the ice since I was five. FIVE. After my leg got jacked up, I couldn't imagine how stuck I felt. Being on that ice, I felt like I could fly."

"Last night, I felt like I was actually seen." Robby said, clearly processing some thoughts and emotions. "I felt good about myself. And because I felt good, I didn't let myself get in the way of having fun."

"And I met a great guy, and felt like I could be me without feeling like I was just a bland, uninteresting guy." Brandon explained. "Look, at the end of the day we all know the potion is still there. And we know each other well enough that we wouldn't force anyone to stay swapped. But is it really so crazy if we try it out?"

Jace and Robby looked at each other. Then all three were exchanging looks, sometimes looking down clearly deep in thought.

"Ok, I think I'm down for this." Robby said. "Only caveat, we gotta figure out how to handle shit like family stuff. I can be Jace in front of some girls, but how do I know what his Mom thinks I should act like?

"Totally reasonable." Jace nodded. "I don't want to give this up, but I can certainly agree to help make family stuff smooth for you."

Brandon was beaming, without realizing. "Sounds like we are going to be spending a lot of time in these bodies, then?"

"I am so ready for bar night part 2." Robby grinned.

"I'll be there, for sure." Jace said, pumping his arm.

"I might not, actually." Brandon announced.

"What, why man?" Robby asked, looking crestfallen.

"Well... that guy I met up with wants to get dinner and do something tonight." Brandon explained.

"Aww shit, if you get a boyfriend in my body I can't ever go back." Robby quipped.

"Who said I'd mind?" Brandon shot back, smirking.

"Damn. DAMN. We are really doing this?" Jace said, buzzing with excitement.

"Yes we absolutely are." Brandon confirmed.

The three smiled, and then decided to go get breakfast. They felt this was just the beginning of a strange new life for the trio.

NOTE: I don't really consider this story over. I think if I continue this I'd be focusing on individuals more than following the three all at once. I know I have favored Brandon, but I could see myself continuing the others for shorter stories. Obviously, I'm gay so I'd like to develop Brandon's situation more. Oh, and of course - the presence of the potion will definitely mean more body swaps will happen.

[remusluvr]

words i used | sirius black

summary: Sirius learns the consequences of treating people he loves bad. content: angst, fighting, crying, one use of y/n note: part 2 - do i wanna know? (sirius black)

You knew from the beginning that this relationship was not one made to last. Sirius wasn't the relationship type. Yet, you let yourself get excited anyway. You let yourself get excited over when he'd hold your hand in the hallway, and sit next to you during meals, and go out of his way to hang out with you when there were other things he could be doing.

But with excitement comes disappointment. Disappointment when you see him flirting with another girl in the hallway or when you'd catch him hanging out with his friends while you were supposed to be together. There was always a counteract that threw you off. Did you mean anything to him?

The final straw was seeing him pressing some sixth-year against the wall during a party, lips attached to hers. It's like any and all hope was drained from your body, leaving you feeling unusually empty. Even walking out of the common room was a feat.

And the trek to find somewhere private was even harder of a journey. Slinking down against some wall in some abandoned hallway, you can't fight off the burning feeling in your throat anymore. You bring your knees to your chest and cry. He was never yours but you really hoped that maybe one day he could be.

It hurts too much to put any more effort into the dead-end of your relationship. By the time you finally will yourself to pull things together, your eyes are puffy and red. You don't want anyone to know. It's embarrassing. Especially when everyone had warned you not to get your hopes up but you brushed them off, blinded by the boy.

Sometimes, you'd have sleepovers where he would hold you close and run his fingers through your hair whilst you talked quietly. He would tell you how much he liked you and wanted to be with you. But it was never real. Just another check on his never-ending journey to make out with every girl in school.

It feels like a completely different world when you wake up the next morning. You wouldn't say that the world is brighter or duller, just different. It's like you have been forced to finally open your eyes and see things for how they are.

Breakfast is the first noticeable change. He comes in late, taking his unassigned-assigned seat next to you.

"Good morning," he smiles, plucking a piece of toast from the pile. You hum from your position next to him, not turning to look at him. You chew on your lip and he swats at it like usual, telling you to knock it off but you can't. You can't be around him.

If the bench below you was able to move, it would be halfway across the room with the way you stood up so abruptly.

"What's wrong?"

"I just, god-" you cut yourself off. He doesn't deserve an explanation so you storm out, leaving him even more confused. Sirius wants to follow and beg you to tell him why you're upset with him but he's never seen you this way before. He's not sure what you need him to do, if you need him at all.

He's sure that something is very wrong when you don't show up to class, one that you sit together in. Racking his brain, he's trying to figure out exactly what caused you to turn so cold to him out of nowhere. There's not much work being done in McGonagall's today as the only thing on his parchment is a list of things that could've upset you.

You're hidden away in a secret alcove that Sirius had shown you. Maybe it's not the best place to go when you're trying to get over him but it's the only place you know that the teachers won't be able to find you. This used to be one of your favorite places to go. Sometimes you and Sirius would sneak off here to make out at random times throughout the school day.

The memory of his hands tangling themselves into your hair as he pulls you closer onto his lap floods your mind. It's cruel. He was never officially yours but for a little while you could have your fantasy that he was.

Sirius isn't stupid, maybe it takes him a little longer to come to conclusions on things but he's not an idiot. Well, not a total idiot. His list of things he's written just keeps going and even if he can't pinpoint the exact reason for why you're mad at him, he has several that showcase how bad of a friend he is. He makes it his mission to fix whatever is wrong.

"(Y/N)-" he starts when he sees you passing by in the hallway. You glance over with a thin, tight-lipped smile on your face as he gets cut off.

"Sirius! I had fun last night, I was thinking that maybe we could go to Hogsmeade together this weekend?" a random girl interrupts, driving the knife further into your heart. His face and your face fall as he turns to the girl.

"Oh, uh no," he states rather bluntly, following after your figure with his eyes before trying to catch up with you. He has to shove through the crowded hallway so that he doesn't lose you.

And when he finally does catch up to you, he grabs your shoulder and pulls you off to the side. Your breathing is heavier than usual and he realizes you were really trying to get away from him.

"What?" you grit, anger evident in your voice. You're blinking more than usual to try and keep the tears from falling and he's not sure what to say. "Don't you have better things to do with your time? Things that don't involve leading me on and then making out with someone else?"

"I'm sorry," is the only thing he comes up with. You laugh at him because that's all he can say. He looks like a hurt puppy as you rub your hands over your eyes. He doesn't get to be the hurt one in this situation.

"I tried, Sirius. I don't understand what else I can do to make you like me. Do any of those girls mean anything to you? Was I just one of them?" you spit. His gaze is fixed on the ground and you know you'll never get anywhere. He doesn't care. "I can't be around you anymore. I can't look at you."

"Please," he mumbles, "I'm so sorry. I don't know why I act like this. I like you so much. I shouldn't have made out with her or anyone else when I knew all I want is you. It's like I only know how to ruin things for myself."

"D-don't turn yourself into the victim here. That's not fair. You hurt me and you're trying to make me feel bad for you. It's not hard to not make me look like a fool. All you had to do was not go after other girls. Did you think I never noticed until now? Maybe I didn't see all of them but I saw too many for it to be a one-off thing."

"I'm sorry, really. I want to be with you but that scares me. Will you please give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me? I want you to be my girlfriend."

It's the words you want to hear but the circumstance is wrong. Why couldn't he have realized this before? Why did he have to make you feel so shitty?

"I can't, Sirius. None of your words mean anything to me when you go and do the opposite almost immediately. I know you'll make someone really happy one day, but it won't be me. I can't put myself through this again."

"No, please. Let me prove it to you," his words fall on deaf ears as you walk away. Staying any longer would just increase his chances of you saying 'yes.' And he doesn't get to recover that easily. Your hands are shaking and your body aches. "Please."

part 2 - do i wanna know? (sirius black)

[a2006love]

+ i love you, it's ruining my life

a few nights ago, a random and uncalled for wave of sadness hit me, and i'm the type of person who writes when they're upset. so, i did—i wrote, wrote, and wrote some more. but this sadness didn't feel like it came from me, it felt like someone else, it was like someone was holding my hand and guiding me to write. who? i have no idea. why? i have no idea. do i call it channeling? i, also, have no idea. am i possessed? no, i promise. but someone or something found their way in and connected to me. all i'm sure of is—me and my watermelon redbull know—this is a message from someone who feels some thing(s) for you.

i wake up at 5:00 am. sharp. no alarm, no sound, just my body forcing me back into a life i don't recognize as my own.

i keep my eyes closed and my body motionless, i just exist in the space between dreaming and waking, where you still feel close. where i can almost believe that if i just stay still enough, quiet enough, the slow rustling of fabric as you turn in your sleep wouldn't disappear.

but then reality settles in—and i know. it's the same wrong bed. wrong sheets. wrong scent hanging onto my clothes. wrong air i'm inhaling and exhaling into.

i count the seconds. three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. and i open my eyes.

i turn to my side, staring at neatly folded pillows, and the pillows stare back at me, we're both waiting for something—anything to feel like you. i'm waiting for your voice, the pillow's waiting for the weight of your drunken sleepy head against it, i'm waiting for the warmth of your body settling into the bed, the pillow's waiting for the muttered protests of five more minutes as i try—and ultimately fail to wake you up.

but my bed is empty. it's always empty.

the world outside my window is already moving. there's a hundred different voices in the distance, it's a morning i dread calling mine, a morning i was never supposed to wake up to. i get up anyway. i go through the same sickening motions. shower. teeth. clothes.

i keep my hands busy, so my mind doesn't have time to fantasize about the way yours could fit into them.

either way, it always does.

the coffee tastes wrong here. like it doesn't belong to the mornings i am supposed to be having. i sit on the edge of my bed, cursing every world you don't exist in.

but i know that somewhere else, you are making breakfast. not eggs, not toast, it's really nothing normal. you are making that ridiculous thing you came up with while rubbing sleep from your eyes at 1:00 am.

i can almost smell the air—sweet and warm. and i almost know what you'd look like, i can almost touch your clothes. and i almost know what you'd say from how absentmindedly i've repeated it, like a national anthem—it's too early, but it never is, not for you.

i should be there.

i should be in a world where my name means something to you.

but i am not.

every time i try, every time i close my eyes and really try—something holds me back. something in me hesitates, grips onto this world like it's afraid of what happens if i truly let go.

what if you're not real?

but then i remember what it feels like to miss you. and i know—this is real. because no dream, no fantasy, nothing could ever feel like this. no 'imagined person' could ever make this reality feel so unbearable.

maybe if i wanted you less, if i ached for you less, if i restrained myself, you'd fade away and i would finally be able to let go and carry on living.

but the mere thought of that makes me repulsive. i don't want to let go. i don't want to forget. i don't want to loosen my grip, because if i do, i'll never know what it feels like to exist with you.

so i try again. and again. and again. and again. i repeat your name once, twice, three times, four—answer me. i tell myself i will wake up where i am meant to be. i let go a little more with each breath.

but then 5:00 am. comes again. and again. and again. and again.

and every time it does, it gets harder to breathe. harder to open my eyes. harder to act sane when i know—i know, that you're real.

i am here.

you're everywhere else—it's ruining me.

but one day, i'll miss you differently.

[wonderlandwalker]

Cherished Moments | Finnick Odair x Reader

thg masterlist / inbox

summary: Finnick is trying to get you to relax, and it works maybe a little too well tags / content warnings: mostly fluff, small injury, lovesick Finnick, grumpy!reader x sunshine!Finnick, insinuations of violence, no use of y/n word count: 1.2k

requested by anon: I love your writing!!! What do you think a grumpy reader × sunshine finnick would be like? Love the back cat gf golden retriever bf trope haha and I feel like finnick would be obsessed with someone who was mean to everyone BUT him! Feel free to ignore if you don't feel inspired, I'll read everything you write anyway!!

a/n: Can someone pls let me know if they actually manage to find the request after I've posted them I have no clue if these are getting through. Ngl this one was a struggle for me but once I found the right idea it came pouring out. Do they even have darts in the Hunger Games universe? Well, they do now. Keep sending me requests I genuinely love doing them!!

“Come on, I know you can do it! I’ve seen you throw knives, this is pretty much the same thing, only smaller.” Finnick was trying to encourage you, but you weren’t easy to win over. 

“I’m telling you, I can’t. This is just different. The darts are so much smaller and lighter, it throws me off balance.” You were at a party in District 13, well, calling it a party would be generous. 

“Just try. I’ll help you come on. I promise it’ll be fun.” He couldn't hide his smile at your antics, but he also knew if anyone was able to convince you, it was him.

“Fine, but if something goes wrong it's on you.” You looked him in the eyes, and could see a spark of light inside them, and you wouldn't admit it, not with all the other people in the room, but it warmed your heart a little.

“It’ll be fine, what’s the worst that could happen” He asked you, and you almost scoffed at the question.

“I could hit someone, and then everyone will hate me even more than they already do”

“They don't hate you, they just don't know you the way I do.” Whenever someone would ask him what he saw in you, he would always be dumbfounded. Sure, you had a hard exterior, but when someone has gone through as much in their life as you did, were you really to blame? No, he didn't understand the question, because, to him, you were perfect. Whether you were sulking at breakfast for having to leave the bed or smiling at him because they were serving your favourite dish for dinner, he would take anything you gave him. 

“Are you telling me that you, the victor of the 70th Hunger Games, are afraid of hurting someone with a tiny dart?” He was challenging you, and it was working.

“I'm not afraid, I just don't want anything to go wrong.” The way your voice softened around him made his heart beat faster for you and sometimes, he swore you knew and were doing it on purpose.

“You won’t, just throw it straight into the board.”

Finnick is standing behind you, grinning like he’s just won some sort of lottery while he guides your arm up for you, you can feel his breath on your neck before he whispers “Come on love, do it for me.” You’ve never been able to deny him, to your own annoyance at times, so you do as he says.

The dart flies through the air, and it doesn't hit the board, but it comes relatively close. So you throw a second dart and it hits the board, but you don’t manage to score any points just yet. As you throw another one, it manages to hit the board, but only for a little while before it falls to the floor. You throw your hands up in defeat before saying “See, told you I couldn't do it.” But Finnick hasn't given up, in you, he would never give up.

“That’s nonsense, you just have to try again, be patient.” He walks over to collect your darts and hands them back to you. He steps behind you again, guiding you into the right position before speaking.

“Just close your eyes, imagine you’re throwing them at Snow.” It makes you laugh and he can feel your muscles relax. He would always feel so proud of himself when he made you laugh, he didn't mind that you don't do it often, it would only feel like so much more of an achievement.

You do as he says, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath right before you throw the dart, hitting it right in the bullseye. You throw another, hitting the bullseye again. But you miss the board with the next one when Finnick leaves a small kiss on your shoulder, and your breath hitches. You can feel his body moving from behind you, and focus to throw another dart. It’s only when you hear an exclamation of pain coming from right in front of you that you snap open your eyes, you would recognize it anywhere. In front of you was Finnick, standing right next to the board with one of his hands clutched in the other, and when you take a closer look, you can see the dart that is stuck in the back of Finnick's hand.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry are you okay.” He would never tell you this, but he doesn't even mind that it happened, seeing you being sweet on him so openly, it makes him forget anything even happened in the first place.

“I'm fine sweetheart.” there is a strain in his voice, and he knows you can hear it too from the way your brows furrow in regret. You knew he wasn't trying to be tough for you, no, you had moved past that years ago. he was trying to not make you worry, it was something he would always do no matter how much pain he was in. But you were worried, because in contrast to all those other times, this time it was your fault that he was hurt. It never phased you much when someone would get shot, it never phased you much as you heard the canons each night in the arena signalling another death, not in the way it phased other people, but this, this broke you.

“Finnick you are not fine, there is a fucking dart inside your hand and it's my fault.”

“Well, most people don’t throw a fourth dart sweetheart." He says, and he chuckles a little, but you don't hear it in your state of worry.

“I am so sorry I-” You were choking up over your guilt, and while he loved getting to see your raw emotions, this one he didn't enjoy.

“Hey, no, I'm sorry too, don't get yourself worked up over this. It's just a dart, I will be fine. Why don’t you go get me a first aid kit?” He really was fine, and he could have gotten it himself, but he knew how much you would get in your own head when you didn't have anything to do in these kinds of situations. 

Once you come back and help patch him up, he looks up at you and you catch his gaze. A smile crosses his face in a way he knows his cheeks are going to hurt.

“Why are you smiling” you ask, confused at his glee in a situation like this.

“Because I know you care about me. You don’t always show it, and you don’t have to, because moments like these I’ll cherish forever.” His eyes are sparkling as he looks into yours, he swears he could just stand here and look at you for the rest of his life. 

“Oh, would you shut up already” you tell him while swatting his hand away from your face and rolling your eyes.

“You can’t tell me to shut up, you threw a dart into my hand.” He’s still grinning like an idiot, and it's infecting you. One of the corners of your mouth lifts up, and it's subtle, but he catches it, how could he not with how intently he is watching you. You’re back to your old dynamic, but he loves it just as much.

[hanglimi]

take a break - minji

sometimes, it's just better to take a break.

TAGS - idol! minji x idol! reader, angst and fluff with comfort, [requested]

WORDCOUNT - 1400~

WARNINGS - mentions of overworking,

A/N - the writers block hit hard on this one. (i'm so so so sorry that this is like 3 months late), anyways i kind of don't like it that much but i still hope you enjoy.

the bunnies were starting to get worried.

it wasn’t really that concerning at first–the usual comments of someone looking particularly tired that live, or not interacting with the other members as much. you had always thought it was cute, though– the fans looking out for idols, even if it did become tedious at some points, constantly replying and reassuring them.

you knew it was bad when it was enough to get on your instagram feed. multiple videos would appear as you scrolled in the morning, clips and clips edited together, with different texts along the lines of,

“am i the only that thinks minji’s been looking tired recently?”

“doesn’t minji look so tired in this live?”

“minji ignoring her members in this live.”

so on and so forth. and the comments underneath weren’t any better. the fans had definitely noticed it–you had noticed it too, and you weren’t the only member either.

“unnie,” the younger member started as you dragged your feet towards the fridge, wiping away at your eyes as they adjusted to the brightness of the living space. you grunted in reply, seemingly too tired to enunciate your response.

“i’m worried about minji,” danielle said, the usual cheeriness in her voice dipping lower at her words. “she really has been looking extra tired recently. tired to the point of like, fainting,” her voice became higher pitched at the end of the sentence, and her eyes widened at the realisation.

“i know, dani,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair, turning around to face her, still having barely woken up. “but sometimes, you just have to trust that she knows what she’s doing.” you said.

you continued to prepare your breakfast in silence, occasionally humming and nodding your head to one of the songs of your group’s new comeback. dani sat silently behind you, seemingly caught up in her own thoughts. the quiet of the room was interrupted by the other members slowly entering, all rousing to the smell of food.

“y/n!” hanni yelled as she approached your form. “you better not be making breakfast for just yourself again.”

you gave her a smile as she pushed you aside to view empty pans, and she slowly gazed back at you, your plate being full of food.

“you. are. so. annoying.” each word was followed by a hit on the shoulder, and you giggled while screaming for help as she beat you, the look on her face being exasperated.

today was the six of you guys’ rest days, so you planned to watch a movie together, all bundled up on the couch cuddling for warmth. the movie was interesting, to say the least. hyein had picked it, mentioning something along the lines of ‘comedy’ and ‘cute’ while she snatched the remote from haerin, but the comedy was unfortunately nowhere to be seen.

out of the corner of your eye, you noticed minji slightly nodding off to the movie, occasionally opening her eyes to rapidly blink the tiredness away. you raised your eyebrow at the sight, noting that it was only 7 at night, and she would usually sleep much later.

you nudged her side, turning to whisper into her ear, “do you want to go to bed?”

she turned to you–a somewhat annoyed expression covering her face, and mouthed the word ‘no’.

you shrugged in response. if she wanted to pass out mid movie you’d let her.

you yawned while stretching your body, continuing to look into the fridge. the sun from the window was hitting you directly, and while it slightly helped wake you up, you still felt like someone had dragged you through the mud throughout your sleep. fortunately, the majority of the members had schedules today, so it was simply you and dani in the apartment for most of the day. meaning it wouldn't be unnecessarily loud.

“no,” her voice broke you out of your stupor, and you glanced at her in confusion, waiting for a continuation before turning your head back to the appliance when you heard none.

“no, you’re completely wrong.”

“dani,” your voice came out more strained than you would have liked, “what are you saying right now?”

“‘but sometimes, you just have to trust that she knows what she’s doing’, that’s what you said last night,” dani mimicked.

“i don't trust her anymore. have you seen how tired she’s been looking these days? i know you saw her falling asleep while we were watching the movie yesterday, and she’s always holding onto people while she stands, and-"

you cut her off, reaching your hand out to grip one of hers. her forehead was scrunched, and you could tell her eyes were slightly watering as she kept her gaze glued on the countertop.

“danielle, i understand why your worried–i’m worried too, but what am i supposed to do?” you asked incredulously, still holding onto her hands tight, scared the younger girl might float away.

“tell her we're worried or something–ugh, i don't know! just anything to make her realise that whatever she’s doing isn't sustainable.”

“why me though? hanni’s older than me and has known her for much longer, if we were to take that into account-”

“you’re good at delivering bad news.” her bold statement shocked you, and you let go of her hands, placing them by your sides instead.

“do you all think that?” your voice came out small, as if trying to sway her.

“maybe?”

the remaining four other members slowly came into the apartment at their own different times, each of them greeting you before venturing off to do their own things for the night. minji came in last, nearer to midnight, like she had been doing the last couple of nights, and you knew she would, so you stayed up to talk to her.

“minji,” you said as you followed her into her room, watching as she grasped mindlessly for the light switch.

“yes, hanni?”

“it's y/n.”

her eyes widened in shock at the revelation and she quickly turned around to apologise, spewing random words and making vague expressions with her hands. you noted the deep eye bags under her eyes, and how she was wearing a thick hoodie, even though it was quite warm in the apartment. her voice–usually cheery, was cold and had a slight wave to it, consistently cracking while she talked.

“so i’m fine. you can go to sleep now, don’t worry about me.” minji finished the end of her rant and you stood there like an idiot, blinking into her eyes.

she stood between the doorway of your room, seemingly blocking you from entering. you took a deep inhale, repeating what danielle had said to you earlier in your mind, and pushed her aside, stepping your way into the place. it wasn’t like her at all. clothes were strewn across the floor, and the bright glare of her laptop was on her desk, showing at least 40 tabs open in the same window. her room was oddly cold, even in the heat of spring, and her bed wasn’t made, a showcase of the state of distress her mind was in.

“minji, i’m gonna be honest,” you started, lowering yourself down to sit on the edge of her messy bed, gesturing towards her to sit next to you. she stood rooted to her spot, and you observed the sway in her body, even as she only stood still.

“you’re not fine. you’re clearly not fine. and you don’t have to keep saying you are.” her gaze softened at the words for a split second, before she hardened it again.

“y/n, you don’t understand. just let me do my thing, i'm fine. i don’t need you, or any one of the members to take care of me. i can take care of myself just fine, so just leave me alone.” minji’s chest was moving up and down after the outburst, and her eyes betrayed her strong words as they darted around the room, trying to look anywhere but at your face.

“no, minji, you can’t,” you groaned as you held your head in your hands, “that’s what you’re not understanding! you can lie to yourself all you want but everyone has noticed it. even our fans, unnie. and I won’t sit here quietly as you tell me these lies when you can’t even look at me in the face.”

the words broke her, and she hugged herself tightly, swinging her body back and forth as tears streamed down her face. your eyes relaxed, and you got up from the bed to approach her, opening your arms to wrap them around her. she felt brittle, and you were scared to grip her too tight, otherwise she might fall apart in your hold.

“please stay, y/n”

“i’ll stay for as long as you need.”

[spngi]

My tears ricochet | mafia!carlos sainz jr x reader

Prologue

part 1 | part 2

summary: Mr. and Mrs. Sainz lived in a dream for many years, now everything is falling apart and they need to deal with their feelings

warnings: Grammar mistakes, citation of violence, Carlos is an idiot, mentions of cheating

Carlos Sainz Jr was a true gentleman, a loyal and kind companion, a loving lover. A captivating man who won me over at first glance, with his chocolate-colored eyes and million-dollar smile. I didn't know who Carlos really was until I became deeply involved with him, until I realized I loved him so much that it wouldn't make any difference if he were a prince, a fisherman, or a mobster.

I met Carlos at the art gallery where I worked in Madrid; he was charming, affectionate, and too perfect to be true. He made efforts to create perfect dates and show all the affection he had for me; loving Carlos was as easy as breathing.

He was always very open about his feelings, his plans for the future, but he avoided revealing what his job was as much as possible. I tried to guess, after all, there aren't many job options in the market that could justify a huge mansion and the need for many security guards around him, but I never succeeded.

It took him a year to open up about his illicit activities to me, perhaps pressured by fate with subtle gestures. Before I could find out on my own, Carlos came clean.

I loved him deeply, but a woman has her limits and there are things I can't tolerate. I loved him infinitely, but thinking about all the things he did or was involved in made me sick. I had to overlook many things to be with him because, after all, I loved him, and that was what mattered, right?

"A monster is not a monster when you love it." This phrase was never more true. Carlos was never a monster to me, even after he told me all the terrible things he had done. I would still love him anyway.

Carlos loved me for five years, loved me while we timidly got to know each other, loved me when I tried to leave his life, loved me with all my mess when I moved into his house, loved me on our wedding day as we shared tears, loved me through three wedding anniversaries. But he didn't love me when I had to mature, when I realized that in the life we were living, you either bite or get bitten, when I realized that staying clean-handed would only bring me grief and sadness.

He began to distance himself gradually: the bed seemed too far away, he kept his hugs at bay, stayed late at the office to avoid sharing a bed, left early from our house to avoid breakfast together. I spared no effort to keep him close, planned dinners he would make excuses not to attend, tried to surprise him at the office only to be chased away. Then came the day he decided to move rooms. I was startled to enter the room we shared, where we had been so happy, now empty, without his clothes, without his pillow, without his bath products.

It hurt too much to see him so distant. He claimed he needed time to think, but there was no emotion in his words. We were both scared of what had happened in the previous months. After the incident where they tried to hurt me, I needed my husband's help. I wanted him to protect me, I needed his support, needed to be strong like him and not just his helpless wife.

Even after all my efforts to make him love me again, he never returned to our room. Then the girl came into the story. A woman's intuition is funny; I knew the moment he came home on a certain day that he had found another woman. Even with all the moments I tried to change Carlos's mind, using every possible means and humiliating myself more than I would allow at any other time, nothing stopped that moment from arriving.

"What is this?" I ask, not daring to touch the envelope in front of me.

"They're the divorce papers, y/n..." Carlos sighs, appearing for the first time in a long time for breakfast. "I tried to be as fair as possible, but you can look at them and then we'll negotiate."

"There will be no negotiation, Carlos! Because there will be no divorce," I reply, trying to stay firm. This day seemed close, but something in me still refused to believe it would come. Something in me refused to accept that I would have to divorce Carlos. This was just a phase, something that happens to any couple; we didn't need to be extremists.

"Y/n... please, be rational. We can't prolong this; it's the best way out for both of us," he tries to negotiate.

"And I disagree with your opinion. My God, Carlos! We're talking about our marriage! You didn't even try to give us a chance," I respond, frustrated.

"There's no solution anymore, y/n..." he murmurs to me, and that breaks me even more.

"I won't sign them, Carlos," I push the envelope away from me. The wedding ring gleams on my left hand with the movement, a simple touch of irony to the whole situation.

English is not my first language.

Leave your comments and opinions ❤️

[cloversnstrawberries]

tThis is not a request, but a question.:3 How about the abduction of a forgotten superhero reader?

intro post | masterlist

i assume you're talking about malpractice, so that's who i went with !! but there's a few different ways this could go, depending on certain factors and such.

If reader is an older hero, maybe one that somehow got stored away/cryogenically frozen (?) for decades, and was from Malpractice's time at the agency in its infancy (~late 1920s & early-mid 1930s) and is now obsolete in the face of newer, more showier heros, then I can definitely see why Malpractice would take an interest in reader.

Maybe you two were close, back before he became a villain and before you were iced and all; or maybe you just knew of each other, but either way, Malpractice feels there could be a bond between you that literally no one else could have with him.

You came back to life-- and the press talked about it for a bit, but nearly everyone forgot about you within a week, maybe two tops. The agency didn't need you anymore-- whether or not you'd been a heavy-hitter in the early days didn't matter anymore, you were basically a speck of dust compared to what kinds of heros are running around nowadays.

They set you up with a small but comfortable apartment, a weekly allowance, and an address book with various numbers. A therapist, several types of counselors, various resources, people to help you adapt to modern life, etc etc. You were too overwhelmed to contact any of them at first,

And by then, Malpractice would've already taken interest in you. It's not that he assumed you'd be easy to manipulate in general-- but anyone in this kind of situation would be a little shell-shocked, yeah? Wouldn't question why someone you knew from way back in the day suddenly turns up at your door.

Whether or not you knew each other very well, or if you even recognize him at first, you let him in for some tea. You don't get company anymore-- except for some execs at the agency coming to check on you every now and again.

He'd try to weave a story of "Oh poor you! Left in the dust, a relic of the past." to try and get you on his side-- he had no real use for a partner in crime, besides just plain old entertainment.

When he started talking about revenge, you immediately declined and told him to leave. In that moment, something shifted in his perception of you. Something about you struck a cord with him--

You were fragile, a piece of his past as well. He realized that he didn't want to use you-- maybe that'd never been his actual plan. Despite all his "everyone else is just puppets for me to manipulate and entertain", he was still a rather sentimental man at heart.

It was easy, kidnapping you. Again, your powers weren't that extraordinary by todays standards, and Malpractice is already powerful-- what was the hardest part, for him at least, was waiting until he finished a room for you to stay in.

Sometimes he'd pop in to see how you were-- you never knew he was there, not really. Maybe you had some inkling that, at some points, you felt watched and acted accordingly-- but other times, he just caught you... staring. Staring at the appliances, staring at the flat screen television--

Thankfully, the agency had taken enough pity on you to not try and get you set up on a smart phone right away. You still had a landline, hung up on the kitchen wall near the breakfast table.

Sometimes you'd just sit there, staring at it as well. You didn't seem as anxious when you were facing that piece of tech, however. Not like you were with nearly everything else.

When he snatched you, it's not like you didn't put up a fight. But it was more performative than anything, and he could tell clear as day. Didn't even use your powers, just kicked and thrashed before 'giving up', even though he knew you'd given up long before he even showed up on your doorstep that first time.

You'd probably adapt quickly to captivity-- that's basically how you were living before, anyways. Even if it was semi-self inflicted. It lessened the guilt of holing yourself up, knowing that an outside force was doing it for you.

And if you were a modern superhero that just got casted to side in favor of all your other colleagues, there are several reasons Malpractice could've taken an interest in you. Maybe he saw you were bitter to the other heros, or you were extremely accepting of your position as the forgotten one.

In any matter, your either rejection or allowance of you being shoved to the background, while everyone else got center stage-- intrigued him. He also thought your potential was wasted as it was.

Maybe at first he thought he could use you, or maybe he never thought that at all. It was your personality that kept him interested-- no matter how you are, if you were stubborn as a bull, or if you were passive to it all, he still found you interesting over everyone else.

Malpractice was still antsy about getting you in his grasp-- even more-so because there was an ever-looming threat of the agency 'retiring' you at any given point. After which they'd probably ship you off to europe, under an alias and with a location that they probably wouldn't keep on paper.

It'd make thing infinitely difficult, so he probably rushed getting you room ready, because he knows that the agency can be cutthroat with these kinds of things. If you weren't making money, didn't have any more than a handful of die-hard fans at your disposal, then what was the point of keeping you on their payroll?

Your powers was probably something common, and while other heros with those exact powers had succeeded before you, they'd had far more presence than you did. You were kind of just... there.

A filler, something to buff out the numbers. Have you attend conventions when the big-leagues weren't quite available. It sickened Malpractice, that they'd treat you like that.

No matter how/why he got attached to you, he's not letting you go. Keeps you in a room, probably with a restraint around your ankle and chain to the wall for the first few months. He really can't afford you getting out, because he's sure the agency will deem you more trouble than you're worth and terminate you on the spot.

...Not in the work way, either. He doesn't want that, and he's certain you don't want that; when he tries to tell you this, you refuse to believe him. It's frustrating, but he's sure that eventually he'll get through to you.

He just has to be patient-- he can do that. Even if it's a little difficult with you in particular involved.

[cccakessslicemeee]

I genuinely wanna see Riz not do save the world shit. Like it's great he does that. Love that about him. But I also wanna see him chill the fuck out and enjoy the breeze. I know it's not in his nature to chill the fuck out but like maybe he gets some work that's less intense?

Shenanigans. Maybe senior year and just the whole rouge bullshit class in general give him a bunch of time. The clubs don't happen until after school hours anyway so he's got time.

Maybe he gets into photography? He was already kinda doing that with evidence anyway at least to some degree. Or like someone comes up to him and is like... Hey my grandma's recipes have been lost in a fire and I know you are not the guy for cooking but you solve mysteries so please? I'll pay you?

Riz is like okay... Sure why not let's figure this out.

And spends a lot of time researching food and ingredients. This is a really long and time consuming "mission" because maybe it was a whole ass cook book that was a family heir look for a halfing family that owned a lil bed and breakfast or cafe in Bastion city and they caught fire bc [literally anything could fucking happen in magical fantasy blah blah blah land but I specifically DO NOT WANT IT TO BE INSURANCE FRAUD bc that's already been done and I want Riz to focus on the food bullshit because it's significantly less stressful...although he'd stress about it]

His clue board is revamped and it looks like one of those Pinterest boards with the cute as hell foods all over it and missing ingredients. Riz has to figure out the differences between onions and butters and different types of salt and brown sugar vs. white. Just like the prettiest clue board ever. Food is bizarrely complex.

Sklonda and probably Gorthalax coming back from work and the house smells a bakery. There's cookies and cakes and eggs and just a shit ton of food that Riz is trying to find the right flavor and spices for. The bad kids are hanging around eating his "mistakes"

Fabian is like "The Ball, you can cook???"

Riz shouts from the kitchen "ITS A BASIC LIFE SKILL FABIAN. EVERYONE CAN COOK."

Fabian would disagree after his mother's debacle with the cantaloupe.

Adine and Fig assuring Riz is very well done and happily eating everything he cooks. He's gotten so much better and Riz is like "yeah it's good but it's too spicy and this is a halfing recipe from like... Before the court of stars existed they wouldn't have-" and bla bla blah. He is looking for specifics.

I feel like Riz would bar everyone from the kitchen while he's working. Because God forbid Kristen come in there and poke her fingers in the dough. She so would. I'm pretty sure everyone would be tempted. Plus he can't have his walkway to the oven crowded.

I like to imagine that he has a kitchen area set up in the cooking club that people leave the fuck alone and also his home. Like it's hard work sure and his shoulders get fucked up from mixing batter all the time but like nobody is dying or fighting so it's kinda nice that way.

I can't say he'd love this or this would be enough to make him love cooking/baking. It's a toss up between hating it all entirely or finding that repetition and the making a plan/ the recipe. He'd pour his heart and soul into every dish he makes.

Also like personal preference and the distinctions between dishes that make them so different. I think it's funny if he makes a dish and Fabian tries it and he's all like "Mm. The last one you made was significantly better this is bland."

And riz is all like "oh? Really? Perfect."

"You were going for bland??"

"it's not bland Fabian it's just not seasoned with pepper and I used a shallot-"

"Oh? The weakest of the onions?"

Shit like that

He makes a whole binder. Maybe because Fabian always has something to say he slips in a couple of suggestion recipes or updates for a modern tongue.

The half ling who requested help is over the moon. Maybe the Pinterest clue board becomes a part of the menu. It would absolutely have the "stats" of all the food and where it came from, shit like calories and allergies. Just a wildly detailed thing

Also maybe he can take his mom out for dinner at the restaurant he kinda helped save. That would be cute.

[alwayslurkinginthebackground]

Signs - A Joel Miller Drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader Rating: E although it's pretty tame today. Mostly just language and mention of sex. Word Count: 983 a/n: I was gone last week but I'm back this week! I really wanted to put a pause on the heavy smut for this week so this is a little more prose-filled than normal, but enjoy Domestic Joel! There is also a personal head-cannon about Sarah's mom in this, just an FYI. Written for TLOU Sundays!

Joel Miller has been a fixture in your life for nearly as long as the cordyceps, and you've spent just as long delicately planning your steps so as not to disturb either. Avoiding the infected was easy, your movement around the veins of the outbreak etched into the earth practiced and natural after twenty years. But Joel? He was a different story.

And by all means, it was never supposed to happen anyway. He was never supposed to happen to you and you were never supposed to happen to him, the years separating you combined with the chaos of the world standing as reason enough to never land in his bed. But you didn't have control over the cordyceps or the way it consumed the life you knew, the same way you didn't have control over the gravity that kept you by his side.

So you did all you could to keep your distance, even as you shared what felt like a thousand little moments with Joel Miller. Consistencies amidst the chaos. Mornings spent clinging to him, pressed against his body in a shared sleeping bag to ward off the cold. Breakfasts in the Boston apartment, when he'd leave without a word and Tess would look at you with some kind of understanding. Afternoons at his side on horseback, tracking the infected in the mountainous terrain outside before you'd return to a house with separate bedrooms. Evenings spent tending to his wounds, the ones he always refused to explain, even though you knew he got them outside the QZ.

Nights spent with his cock between your thighs and his head buried against your neck.

But amidst it all, there was always space left between you. A delicate distance that kept the balance as you moved from one place to another, your lives morphing time and time again into something new, but your relationship remaining solid from start to finish. A partnership and nothing more.

You knew why it could never work. You knew about the loss he'd seen even before he lost his daughter. The way his wife had abandoned him in the dead of night was simply the spark that lit the flame of his mistrust in others. Emphasized by Sarah, destroyed by Tommy, repeated by Tess, and threatened by Ellie. And no matter how hard you tried to prove to him that he wouldn't lose you, he'd leave your bed each night and return to his own, preferring to have control over the loss you know you both felt when the sheets next to you finally ran cold.

But then there were the signs. The evidence that, perhaps, against all odds, the two of you had stumbled upon something good in a world so consistently fueled by the bad. That maybe the way the world had thrust you together was meant for something more than just a hurried release in the dead of night.

That what might sometimes feel impossible is actually the most attainable of all.

You see it when he returns from patrol and quietly sets items beside you on the couch. Sometimes a book that you'll curl up next to him to read, other times a CD that you'll play as you force him to dance with you in the midst of a messy kitchen.

You feel it in the way he cares for you, after he's driven you over the edge and before he leaves. The in-between filled with warmth as he lingers, cleaning your skin with gentle strokes that you can feel long after he's returned to his own bed.

You smell it in the scent of coffee wafting through the home you share each morning and the fragrance of the laundry he'll occasionally do for you when you're busier than he is. Domestic moments that leave you wondering time and time again if there's more to this than what it's always been.

You hear it as he talks about you to anyone who will listen. They've noticed it too, the way he'll perk up whenever your name comes up in conversation, and the speed with which he'll change the subject to focus less on him and more on you.

You taste it on his lips when he devours you at the end of a hard day. The saltiness of his skin beneath your tongue grounding you and keeping the unspoken words at bay. The ones you long to say out loud, but feel too intimidating to admit, regardless of the life you've seen together and the future you so desperately hope to have.

You sense it in every moment you share. You catch it when he watches you from across the room, when he changes the name on the patrol list so you can be together, and as he shifts his hips against yours in long-practiced motions. It's present when he lets you scream against his chest, allowing the cacophony of pent-up emotions to release when they become too much to bear. It's there in the morning, evening, noon, and night, as you tip-toe along the path to his heart, helpless to do anything but watch as he holds your own in an equally tender embrace.

And as the snow begins to fall softly across the tops of the Tetons, as a shiver runs along your spine, as he wraps the warmth of his flannel over your shoulders and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, you realize that perhaps there was never truly a need to plan your next step or attempt to avoid the inevitable. There was no reason for distance or hesitation or doubt.

Not when his arms secure you against his side and you smile against his skin, whispered words leaving you both after a lifetime together and with only eternity ahead of you. Because Joel Miller was always meant to find you, and you were always meant to find him.