#and the chocolate's about as good as store-bought stuff!

[uefunderneatharchive]

The Underneath Exploration Federation

Tristan here! I figured it would be a good idea to explain a little bit about the UEF.

The Underneath Exploration Federation is an internationally-funded organization tasked with the daunting feat of... well, exploring the Underneath. We do more than that, of course; besides cataloging the various levels, creatures, and cultures found in the Underneath, we're also tasked with maintaining good relations with the friendly denizens of the Underneath, such as the willos and artifactlings.

According to the custodians and friendly denizens we've been able to establish contact with, our world both isn't the first to come in contact with the Underneath, and is welcome to try and "tame" the chaos; according to them, "worse cultures have tried" and if we're at least civil and not exploitative of the Underneath and its people, we're allowed to try and make friends.

We've found remains of those cultures that weren't so civil.

So! You'll have seen references to LT Orchard as well as my own MAJ rank. Because of the unique circumstances of the organization, international law does require us to be labeled as a military organization in order to get the funding and resources required. Unfortunately, research grants don't account for armaments, so they kinda stuck a military organization around a research team, gave that research team the funding for actually researching, and gave the military around it the funding for the weapons and armor.

Hey, if it works, it works. Even if we're labeled as a military organization, we're not actually expected to be waging wars. That's kind of the opposite idea of what we're trying to do, anyway. And, because it's a federation, there's multiple smaller groups within the UEF, such as the research teams (also known as the Underneath Research Foundation) and the teams that scout for people who slipped accidentally into the Underneath (the Recovery Technical Team, aka the "Retroactive Traction Team" since they're anti-slip after the slip happens).

The UEF is... strange. Like, eccentric to a fault. I certainly don't help, but there's a lot of stuff that you wouldn't ever see in a military organization like this. For example, the standard armors here might be made of military-grade aramids, but they're all made in the style of "adventurely" tunics and robes like it's something out of a fantasy story. Hell, LT Orchard wears a full-ass set of plate armor, and some of the explorers opt to go for brigandine-style armor and jack-of-plates with metal plates too. It's, of course, all a response to the Underneath itself; you aren't likely to find monsters that fire bullets at you, so the safety of steel is just as good if not better against rending claws than combat vests and fatigues.

We've also been going back to melee weaponry! It's a weird feeling: after decades of guns, artillery, tanks and planes, and military-grade ritual casting, we're picking up swords and spears again and fighting small-scale. We still have some people using guns, but it's way easier to enchant melee weapons... guns are too complicated to carry enchantments, you have to do things like mass bless a box of bullets, and that gets expensive. The magic that we have access to is so good too, like, not only do we get some choice samples of spells from every manufacturer that donates to us, but the Underneath straight-up spawns new spells, basically. That's all I can describe it as, Lordedge discs and Gravitas tapes will just appear in dungeons and contain the weirdest and coolest bootleg spells that no one's ever heard of.

Anyway, I'm rambling on a bit too much. You've got a good slice of what the UEF is and how it works, so if you're interested in more, there's that shiny ask button to click on. I think. Did Mal set that up right? I think he did.

Well, this has been Tristan, signing off!

[streets-in-paradise]

I just had a siblings mocking each other moment with my sister that could have made it to an episode of Supernatural lol

[churipu]

PERIOD COMFORT 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, nanami kento

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. period stuff, cramps, fluff.

note. new layout :> anyways, just reminding everyone that has sent in requests that my ask is only open to talk as of now and it will take a little long to have them out, but i assure you that everything in my inbox will be written! thank you

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

gojo didn't know how periods felt. so he looks up for things he could do to make you feel better — one time he actually considered buying one of the period cramps simulation machines because he didn't like seeing you in pain alone.

keyword: considered.

you had to drop the machine out of his trolley, and the male was definitely not happy about it. he tried arguing about it with you, saying how he's your 4lifer and he doesn't like seeing you in pain alone because of period cramps.

"satoru, 'm okay. i go through this every month, 'm not gonna die because of this." you tell him, handing his phone back.

gojo whines out, "but baby, i don't like seeing you in pain. i wanna be in pain with you," he shakes you back and forth gently.

but when you were content with your choice — he accepted begrudgingly. pouting out, refusing to speak to you for at least the next fifteen minutes because he couldn't stand being apart from you that long. so instead, he searched for what he could do to help.

"look, i got three chocolates, and i got you extra pads and tampons because tiktok told me to. and i got salonpas because i heard they can actually help with cramps," gojo presented proudly, "and then lastly, me. your amazing boyfriend."

you, previously, laying down on the couch, sat up slowly with a small smile at his attempt to help you with your period.

"thank you 'toru. this means a lot to me."

"i still think i should buy that machine though, baby."

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

he's confused. he knows about periods, but he didn't know it pained you. the young male was in a training session one morning when you called him, expecting a cheery greeting from you.

oh, he didn't. instead here you were, moaning out in pain, "yuuji, you busy?" he could vaguely make out a sharp hiss from the other line.

yuuji was indeed busy. but he told you, "no, no. are you okay? what happened?" he was in the middle of a hand-to-hand with megumi, instinctively raising his hand to stop — and megumi stopped immediately, knowing it was important for yuuji.

"period cramps . . . can you come over, please?" he was confused, tired, and sweaty. but he didn't care about that — the male was worried because were periods even supposed to hurt you?

"of course, baby. i'll be there in a sec." he ended the call and shot a look to kugisaki, "what the hell does period cramps mean, does your . . . you know, hurt or something?"

kugisaki had to give him a one minute lecture on what he should do, step by step. yuuji listened thoroughly, running to the nearest convenience store to get what kugisaki told him to: sweets, chocolates, pads and tampons, and your favorite snacks.

and it took him no longer than eight minutes to appear at your doorstep, knocking a couple of times. still sweaty and stinky, "y/n? it's me."

"door's unlocked."

he opened the door hastily, making sure not to drop any of the things he just bought. lightly sending a kick to the door to shut it, "hi baby, how are you feeling?"

"not good. i feel like 'm gonna die." you writhe out, curling into a ball on your bed. the male approached you, putting down the things, "you stink."

he chuckled, stroking your head, "'m gonna borrow your shower, and then cuddles?"

you nod, "please."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

nanami is always ready. he just knows when your period is coming, hell, he's even more accurate than your period tracker application.

"i brought you chocolates and ice cream, and a heat pad for your cramps." nanami mumbles out, kicking his shoes off as he enters your house carrying a plastic bag.

"how did you know it was my period?"

"i remember it," that was better than any "i love you" or "i miss you".

the male's always ready to bring snacks, sweets, and heat pads for you. nanami will do what it takes to cease your period cramps since he knew he couldn't feel it like you did. he feels really awful: giving you back massages, head massages, kisses to your stomach.

he said he'd "kiss the pain better".

which actually works.

i think he knows your period schedule better than you do. he'd always remind you that your period's coming soon as a heads up, and you listen to him all the time. to the point you had to delete your application since it was pretty useless at this point.

"darling, your period's coming up soon."

"really? didn't i just finish last month's . . ?" you mumbled, a little annoyed that your schedule's coming up so fast.

"in a few days, if i'm guessing — three maybe?" he replies, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

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[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Characters Headcanon

Christmas Day with You

Captain Curly

You and him baking sugar cookies in matching aprons? Peak domestic fluff His apron said "Sugar Daddy," and yours? "Daddy’s Sugary Snacc"

Yeah, that was all his idea. He couldn’t stop showing them off, grinning ear to ear, parading them around Walmart like it was a fashion show.

Meanwhile, you were just trying to hunt down all the ingredients in peace, but nope, he had to follow you around, flaunting those aprons.

After a war of flours, you successfully conjured up a decent batch

You had to use actual physical restraint to stop him from adding Vegemite to the cookies. The audacity. And when he ate one, took a full spoonful of it, and moaned?? Yeah, a monster

He’s obsessed with ski or any snow sport video game and always teases you for being a noob. But it’s all in good fun—he’s learned his lesson after the Mario Kart Incident that shall never be mentioned again

"Sweetheart, you’re gonna twist your joint with that posture—"

"Hush! You just wanna win gold again. Stop tempting me, you tall, handsome, bulky-ass demon"

Naturally, your competitive streak kicked in and, somehow, you ended up twisting your ankle

He played the role of nurse, cold compress in hand, sneaking kisses to your ankle because “it speeds up healing” (and also because he’s a shameless flirt who’ll use any excuse to be touchy)

You both gave up on the active stuff and just settled in for a holiday romcom. Of course, you both passed out halfway through

Nurse Anya

You made sure the fireplace was stacked to the brim with firewood because Anya + cozy fire = Christmas must

Your tradition? Her reading a book with her legs propped up on your thighs while you either watch your favorite YouTube videos or game

She’d be all serious about the book, but every now and then, she’d peek over at your screen, giggling at your reactions, but pretending like she was still super into the book

"What did he even trip on? Hell no, he deserved more than just getting skinned alive"

“Y/N, sweetie, natural selection. The weak always get eliminated”

"Mmm, makes sense"

When the clock hit a certain hour, it was handwritten letter time. Instead of gifts, you both wrote love letters to each other. This started when she told you how she re-read your first love letter whenever she got stuck on months long of hauls as a crew nurse

"Yeah, sorry, Anya. No letter this year"

"What? Bu—"

"Because you’re not getting back on that claustrophobic flying submarine this time"

Knowing how much she wanted to enter med school, you gave her the ultimate gift: fully paid tuition for a six-month medicine review center. You’d worked all year for it, and seeing her reaction made every second of it worth it

It was the first time you saw her cry. Anya, who’s always calm and composed, was sobbing in your arms, and it just wrecked you with love. You hugged her tighter, not sure who was more emotional at that point

"Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me"

Intern Daisuke

He planned the perfect Christmas adventure, complete with bullet points, timestamps, and color-coded charts. You had to give him credit for actually being organized for once—he really took his Christmas plans seriously

But, of course, the Christmas spirit was clearly not on his side this time. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong:

Alarm didn’t go off

There was a traffic jam due to a fender bender

Your favorite thrift store? Closed for maintenance

Even the skating rink shut down after some bizarre oil spill caused a dogpile (like, how does that even happen?)

By the end of the day, you weren’t mad at all, just hungry. And somehow, Daisuke turned every misfortune into something you both would be giggling about

You both bought GIGANTIC mugs at Walmart that read, “The Grinch pales at my naughtiness.” They were immediately used to create the world’s sickest hot chocolate, piled with as equally large marshmallows and a diabetes-inducing amount of whipped cream.

Meanwhile, Daisuke was relentless in roasting the Grinch—he couldn’t stop hating on that movie.

“Who even hates Christmas? It’s the grand finale of the year! Absolute loser behavior.”

Mechanic Swansea

Christmas in the garage, for short, his sanctuary. The man thought of everything: fully insulated it, brought in a heater, all just to make sure you were warm and comfy while you both worked

Both of you had this wordless agreement to work on woodcrafts for Christmas. He taught you the basics of woodworking and you proved yourself to be a modern abstract Picasso. You improved throughout the years, tho. Your pieces? From abstract Picasso to expressionism Picasso

He loves carving because it gives him the perfect excuse to sit right behind you, guiding your hands with his. His big teddy bear frame is all around you, and something about that just hits him deeply. Like when he knows you’re safe and protected in his arms. And your eagerness to learn and follow his moves. He melts.

Naturally, you got a splinter, triggering his fierce Tsundere side

“What did I tell you about not rubbing fresh-cut wood? Keep this up, and I’ll just have you sit on my lap while I do your work for you.”

But underneath all that scolding, you could see his silent panic. He just hides behind transparent glass

"Stop smiling at me like that, you clumsy goof"

After crafting a spoon with a thirty-degree angled handle and an awkward head (he still called it perfect, of course), he whipped up his signature paella

Somehow, despite having eaten a thousand spoonfuls of it over the years, you still weren’t tired of it

Co-pilot Jimmy

Jimmy’s not really one for celebrating Christmas. Not bitter about it or anything, but he just treated it like any normal day. That all changed, though, when he realized that Christmas was your thing.

“Babe, why Christmas?”

“Honestly? I’m not really sure. But you know how, when we were kids, there’s that feeling of excitement, like when Christmas is coming and you can’t stop smiling? It just brings all that back, and suddenly, you feel like a kid again. So I guess, it’s just nostalgia, huh?”

He never really thought about it that way before. After all, his goal as a kid was always to grow up faster than everyone else.

So, you took it upon yourself to share all your favorite Christmas traditions with him, hoping to bring a little of that magic into his world:

Decorating your tree? He suggested replacing the star with an angel figurine... with your printed face glued on it. (Naturally, he followed through after you both went to bed, sneaking up to do it.)

Making a gingerbread house? He blocked the chimney, and when you asked why… well, he said it best:

“I don’t want some fat bastard breaking in, he’d eat the entire damn house”

By Christmas Eve, looking around his once-bare apartment, now filled with colors he didn’t even know existed, he couldn’t stop that tugging in his heart. He didn’t even realize how much of his childhood was missing until now.

You were patching up his unhealed wounds with your bandaids, and he didn’t even notice until it was too late. He's down bad

a/n: I know it's late T.T, but here's the crew having some holiday break... future angst coming up with curly and you (sorry)

also p.s. english ain't my first language, so i kinda felt like my whole headcanon writing abilities were crap... but these somehow are the top liked posts soooo... future HCs comin' down your way

[tojisteddy]

Always, forever.

or: the one where you and Toji make your way home after getting stuck in the snow on Valentines Day.

cw: 1.5k words, pure fluff, curse words.

most recent toji core masterlist

“Good God, it’s cold as SHIIIIIT!”

“How many times are you gonna say that?”

“Until you get it into your thick ass skull.”

Valentine’s Day.

A time for romance. For love. Cute dates, chocolate, sweet kisses, proposals, and red hearts. For warmth with a loved one.

Well that didn’t happen this year, there was a blizzard.

The only people who were out and about were the people who had to work through the snow unfortunately and even then, businesses were closing early. With canceled Valentine’s Day plans and little to no food in the house, you and Toji made the treacherous journey through the falling snow to the grocery store. It was supposed to be a thirty minute trip, max.

But one thing about Murphy's law— it will always get worse.

You two had finished grocery shopping and headed to the car. Well what’s wrong with the car? The ten minutes you were in there, the car got stuck in the parking lot. So you and Toji were forced to walk in the snow. Streets we’re empty as ever, it’s fairly dark out, and you were cold as fuck.

“I told you wear a your scarf, but you don’t fuckin listen!” Toji griped, you two finally got to the main road that would lead you to the house. It looked miles away through the 7 inches of snow.

“I did listen! ‘it’ll be quick,’ you said. ‘yer over thinkin,’ you said! You know who didn’t listen? You! I told you we should just walk but you said the car would be able to make it, now look!” You raised your hands, gesturing to the current situation.

You looked over at Toji who was ignoring you. Sticking out his tongue to catch the snowflakes that fell from the sky.

“If my hands didn’t feel like they were gonna fall off, I’d sock you. I’m soooo serious.” You tried suppressing your chuckles but some still managed to get out. He looked so cute when he did childlike stuff like that. You could never stay fake mad for long.

The only sound being the crunch of snow from both of your feet. You were a shivering mess. You stopped in your tracks for a second, stuffing your hands in your turquoise coat pocket and shuffling them around to heat up.

“Why’re you stoppin?” Toji just six feet ahead of you. Tall ass.

“I’m inch resting to gettin hypothermia or somethin! My hands are freezing!”

“You don’t have gloves on ma?”

“What gloves?!” You exclaimed, stomping your foot over the packed snow.

Toji finally turned to look at you down to your hands. But he felt movement in his back pocket.

Oh, right!

The taller man marched his way over to you, taking his large hands in your and brought them to his mouth to breath on them.

“Better?”

“A little.”

He rubbed them a bit for more heat to circulate around them, then pulled out the black mittens that he accidentally put in his back pocket before you two went to the supermarket. Slipping them each on your hands.

“I- why do you have my mittens on?!” You frowned, glancing down to see your hands and there this big man was. With your like green flowered mittens on that you’d bought for yourself, being stretched out to greater capacity by Toji fucking Fushiguro.

“They’re warmer.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“You run warm Toji!” You whined, and Toji playfully whacked your forehead with the back of his hand.

“So? This is reimbursement for all my lost hoodies.”

“Oh, fuck you!”

A devilish grin formed on his face, pecking your lips and turning to keep walking. “I will, when we get home baby.”

You groaned in annoyance, a silly smile on your face.

You two walked for another ten minutes, snow finally ceasing for the time being but still hard to get though. Somehow you’d managed to get farther away from Toji who was making his large strides like it was nothing. This couldn’t have been his first time tracking through the snow like this.

It wasn’t, but that’s another story for a different day.

You stopped again.

“Mama—“

“—I don’t think-“ you clasped your heart in fake agony, “-I don’t think I’m gonna make it!” You yelled out, setting the over filled grocery bag in the snow. You crouched down. You were sick of walking through the thick snow, even though you were warmer, the bag was heavy, your body was heavy. This was all exercise you didn’t sign up for.

“If you don’t make it, we’ll just die out here then. together.”

Your brown eyes whipped up at him, who was completely resolute with the statement. Your eyebrows furrowing, mouth slightly agape from shock.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” A cheeky grin on his face.

…

Oh this guy, seriously this guy was something else. Your lips formed into a pout, bringing your knees closer to your chest. Toji clicked his tongue, huffing and puffing as he marched to you again. Standing you up on your feet by your armpits like a child.

“Seriously though, we really gotta get home mama. Dogs ‘re waitin for us.”

“But ‘m tiiiired!” You whined out, “can’t we just take a break?” You looked up at the man. Big brown eyes, snowflakes danced on your lashes and a cute pout in the perfect combination. You looked too damn cute for your own good.

Toji flicked your head again, “this is your break Doll.”

Before you could object, the man had your grocery bag in your left hand and took your right hand in the other. Gently tugging you forward so he could grab his two grocery bags he’d sat on the snow.

“You just need a little motivation. You like music right? Sing something.”

“Anything?”

“Anything baby.” He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. Leading you two through the snow, making sure the very few cars that passed didn’t come near you. You quickly thought of whatever subject that came to mind. Snow.

“Oh, the weather outside is frightful—”

“—Too close to our current situation.” The older man sighed, “Something else.”

“You said I could sing anything!”

“Anything but that!”

You squeezed his hand tighter, showing him how irky he was being but he didn’t react. You went through your mental catalog again, going through genre to genre like changing the radio station. And then you hit something good.

“I been on my worst behavior~ but, baby, I don’t need no savior—”

“—Love Ariana, but I don’t wanna hear that.”

You gasped, “How do you know that? You’re an Ari stan?”

Emerald green eyes rolled, “you’ve been playin it like your life depends on it all fuckin week!”

“And another thing, because Positions Deluxe is her best work to date—“

“—god damn, Doll. Just shut up and sing something.”

You grumbled, something about Toji being an ass. But complied none the less. Your eyes went down to your held hands, to the sky, the houses with chimneys puffing out smoking. You started humming an intro, a little joy entering you with each heavy foot step.

“There must’ve been an angel by my siiide~”

“Something heavenly lead me to yooouuu!”

“Look at the sky!” You made your way ahead of Toji, still hand in hand. Some kind of adrenaline hitting you.

“What color is it baby?” Toji hummed.

“It’s the color of loooove~” you belted out.

You weren’t a phenomenal singer, neither was Toji once he joined in. But the man loved seeing that giddy smile on your face, your skin heating up from how much you were smiling you were doing in the moment, breath forming in the harsh winter air, lyrics wrapped in giggles.

He swore he fell in love with you all over again at that moment.

Your voice filling the small Japan streets, as you lead the two of you home.

“Shit, we made it!” You yelped out. Jumping for joy as you two finally made it to the top of the hill where Toji’s fairly traditional home sat.

“Baby come on! it’s freezin!” Toji called out to you as you fooled around outside the gate of the home. You finished your mini rushed project, dusting your hands of snow and snagging the grocery bag to join your spouse and dogs in the awaiting home.

The night was cozy.

You two put a beef stew on before heading to the shower and bath (of course). Eating a much needed, soothing, and itis inducing dinner with a wine for you and a beer for Toji. Sitting comfortably in the large, stolen sweatshirt that once belonged to the older man. The dogs were right at the feet of your bed when the two of you called it a night.

Sade’s ‘Kiss of Life’ filling the both of your ears again, vanilla essential oil diffuser filling the air of your bedroom, putting you two in a much needed, deep slumber.

Snow gently trickled down on your quiet home.

Two small makeshift snowmen sitting comfortably inside of a heart under the stone nameplate of the house that read ‘Fushiguro.’

a/n: my v day post being pure fluff is crazy lol. But happy Valentine’s Day, much love to everyone. Genuinely think Toji isn’t one to do much for Valentine’s Day but he’d always set aside time for you.

[hughes86-43]

“Husband” | L.Hughes

summary- based off the tiktok trend, you call your boyfriend “husband” and see his reaction

warnings - none, but small section about gaining weight from food! maybe a bit all over the place!

You are cleaning the counter off in the kitchen when you hear the front door open. Luke calls from down the hallway, taking his shoes off at the door, “Babe? I’m home.”

“In the kitchen!” You holler back to him.

“Okay, I’m going to take my stuff into the bedroom and then I’ll be in there in a minute.” As soon as you hear him head to your shared bedroom, you get your phone ready to set it up on the counter as now is a good time to do the prank.

You had seen earlier on TikTok this trend where you call your boyfriend “husband” to get his reaction. You thought the trend was hilarious when you saw it and you instantly had the idea to do it on Luke. The idea was is that you were going to tell him you were making a TikTok discussing your favorite foods from Trader Joe’s.

He walks into the kitchen, and quickly places a kiss to your cheek, “Hey, love. Did you go to the store today?” He moves to the refrigerator to get a water out.

“Yeah, just got some of the usual stuff,” You say as you mess with the kitchen towel on the counter, “I’m about to do a favorites video on TikTok about my favorite stuff from Trader Joe’s, do you want to be a part of it? You can just stay behind me, and if you want, give some input on the things you like.”

Knowing he could never really say no to you, he says, “Yeah, I’ll be a part of it. You bought those good chocolate muffins so I’m definitely speak my input on those since last week I ate two in a day.” You laugh at that and remember how he complained about it the whole next day saying he was definitely gaining weight and never eating them again (although he went back the next day and ate another).

“Okay, I have it all set up so I’ll start it.”

Pressing the record button after making sure you’re both in frame, you say, “Today I’m going to be going over my favorite items to get from Trader Joe’s! Starting with my husband Luke’s favorite item to get!” You look at him behind you in the camera, he’s just drinking his water with a huge smirk on his lips, but he doesn’t say anything about what you called him.

He comes up to stand beside you and says, “Husband, huh? Anyway, these chocolate muffins are really simple, but they are my favorite from there, I make sure she gets them every time. However, I will say that they get addictive and you’ll eat like two in one day, but it’s worth it!” After giving his opinion on them, he goes back to standing behind you in the frame as you continue to talk about more items.

“Now this next one my husband and I always have to have and they are the chocolate croissants! If you haven’t noticed, we love chocolate here. These take a bit to prep but they’re good,” You show the camera the box of croissants and move on to a coffee creamer, “My husband also loves this coffee creamer and I love it too, but I much prefer this brown sugar one.” Luke still hasn’t said anything about you calling him “husband”, but he just continues to drink his water with a huge grin on his face every time you say it.

Once you go through all the items, you say at the end, “Me and my husband go there pretty regularly to shop, we hope you guys like this video!” After you hit the button to stop recording, you wait on Luke to say something.

When you’re about to turn around to put the stuff up, he says, “I think I definitely got the hint that you want me to be your husband, as you said it about ten times!” He moves from leaning against the counter to go throw his water bottle away while laughing.

“I just had to make sure everyone knew that you are my husband!” You say shrugging your shoulders, trying to hold in your own laugh.

“Hmm I didn’t mind you calling me that, but we aren’t even married yet! Everybody’s going to be thinking that they missed out on our wedding or that we didn’t invite them!” He comes back around the counter to help put the groceries away with you.

“So? Let them think what they want,” You say acting like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Babe! We can’t post that, everybody is going to be so mad! Everybody will think that we don’t like them, we didn’t want them to be apart of our big day! I’ve told so many people that if I ever get married that they’d be a part of my groomsmen party…,” He continues to babble on and on about how everyone will be hurt, but you can’t help to let out your laugh that you’ve been trying to hold. “What’s so funny? Everybody’s gonna be mad at us!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It was a prank, it was just a joke,” You say trying to calm down for a second. “I saw on TikTok how you film your boyfriend’s reaction to being called husband so I had to give it a try. Although, I thought you’d be concerned about me calling you husband more than being concerned everyone will be mad at us for not telling them.”

“Well, I didn’t want anyone to think that we didn’t like them,” He says looking at you like you lost your mind since you’re still laughing. “I should’ve known it was a joke as you kept calling me it over and over.” He now starts to laugh about it.

Going over to him, you lift your arms around his neck. “What can I say, I think I executed that pretty well, don’t ya think?”

“Hmm, maybe,” he says with a wink. “Although I did really love hearing you call me your husband.” He pulls you into a hug.

Humming you smile up at him, “Did you now? Huh, I think I did too.” You pull away from him and go back to putting the groceries up.

“Sooner or later, it may come true.”

Turning your head to what he just said, you joke, “Oh really now? And I’m just gonna have to wait now?”

He turns to start walking out of the kitchen to the living room, looking over his shoulder, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see, wife,” he says with a wink and a smirk.

[mintmatcha]

tw: implied abuse, no curses au

"Can I ask a question?" Yuuji digs his heel into the wood chips as he swings, digging a growing trench behind him. "You don't have to answer."

Ash falls from the end of Choso's cigarette. He leans against the anchor of the swing set, cheek against cold metal, and sighs. Twilight has passed and the streetlights have turned on, giving the playground a hazy, barely lit glow. Yuuji's guardian will start calling soon, but Choso decides the extra time together is worth the future ire.

"I already told you that I'm not giving you a tattoo."

"Aw, damn-" Yuuji clicks his tongue against his teeth. Ever since they met, he's been dying for a tattoo of his own, throwing out wild new ideas almost every day. One day, when he's eighteen and likes an idea for more than a month, Choso will bring him to his studio and comply.

But, not yet.

"That wasn't my question though," Yuuji says.

"Then go for it."

The younger boy takes a deep breath, then lets it out even slower, pulling the tension longer and longer until it snaps.

"Why weren't you... around? Like, when I was a kid and stuff."

Choso takes his own breath.

"Your mom-- our mom." The taste of that sits bitter on his tongue. He never called her mom, even back then. "She was different for me."

And for our other brothers, he adds silently. Yuuji doesn't need to carry that weight yet, the knowledge that he was the exception to it all.

"Why?" Yuuji pumps his legs a little softer, the back and forth motion of the swing slowly dying out.

"I dunno." Choso wishes he had the answer to that. "She was sixteen, did bad things. Don't worry about it."

Finding out about Yuuji wasn't a shock, somehow. Years after Ken had surrendered her children to the state, Choso had received noticed that she had died. The news felt overdue. No tears were shed, no love lost; the group chat of siblings had all agreed not to go to any service, but the day of, Choso had changed his mind.

He had put on his nicest outfit -some thrift store pants that didn't fit and a shirt he stole from foster dad three- and went expecting to be the only one there, the only one willing to say goodbye.

Choso hadn't known about her new family. They hadn't known about him either. It was typical of Ken to leave a mess in her wake.

Turns out, through a series of lucky breaks, the woman had clawed her way out of poverty and into the arms of a rich, but nice man. Her life was easy and sweet, filled with luxuries and love, including a son ten years younger than her eldest.

No one knows why Yuuji was different than the others, why she decided to be good to him and no one else. Mental illness is strange like that, picking and choosing how it pleases.

Yuuji huffs, gripping the metal chains tighter. "But-"

"Yuuji." Choso drops his cigarette and crushes it under his boot. Then, he thinks about the child that will play there tomorrow, shoveling wood chips into their mouths like idiots, and decides to pick it up. He jams it into his pocket. "You have good memories of her. Don't ruin that."

He used to resent how much Yuuji loved her. He was eight when she died, the same age Choso was when he first had to dial 911 for her. That anger had long faded, replaced with a strange amount of pity.

"But I want to know. What she did and stuff." Yuuji's voice jumps high with emotion. "I'm basically an adult, I can handle it."

"You're sixteen."

"Well, mom was doing this stuff at sixteen, so-" Yuuji is seething suddenly, brow furrowed and teeth grit.

"So?"

"So, she was old enough to be doing bad things and I'm not old enough to know about it?" He stands and the swing clatters behind him. He's stocky, yet tall, bunched with muscles that he's built from baseball. On one side of his cheek, there's a bit of chocolate stuck there, a remnant from the ice cream Choso bought him. Below it, there's a rosy hickey on his neck, a remnant of the boyfriend he hasn't told Nanami about yet. He thinks they're having sex, maybe, but doesn't know how to broach the topic without scaring his brother into never talking about it again.

"And you had tattoos at my age, by the way!"

Choso lets him stew in it, huffing and puffing. The blown out edges of first tattoo peek from under his sleeve, the image barely legible now. An older woman gave it to him at fifteen, in the basement of her house. It became so insanely infected that he ended up in the ER a couple days later.

"I'm not a kid. I can handle it." Yuuji states, calm and clear. "I'm not a kid."

A car passes, it's headlights stretching and pulling the shadows across the park. In the changes, Choso can see his mother in his brother, those soft eyes and thin lips and the same slightly crooked nose that Choso has himself. He thinks, maybe, if time was kinder and his father was better, they'd look more alike each other, but then the moment is gone and they no longer even look like siblings.

"Okay."

Yuuji untenses a bit. "Okay?"

"Okay."

"Like, okay, this conversation is done, or okay, I'll tell you?"

"I'll tell you," Choso says, jamming his hands in his pocket. The cigarette butt is there, mushed and still warm against his knuckles. "But not tonight."

"What?!"

"Next time, I promise."

Choso doesn't understand why Yuuji insists on rushing away from innocence, but he knows that he can't stop him. Yuuji will find out about the abuse, the neglect, the other brothers, and the other horrors in some way or another and then things will never be the same.

"Stay a kid just a little longer." Choso resists the urge to ruffle his hair. "For me?"

"Yeah, sure," Yuuji sighs. "One more day."

[sovietpostcards]

Hello!! I don't know how did the food asks started, but I thought I would share a little something and ask something too, if possible (please ignore this if I shouldn't have sent it :p)

I saw you post on cheburek and searched a bit about it, and I realized it's pretty much like a Brazilian pastel! Being a brazilian, I was surprised by how much our foods are similar! :D

Here is a photo:

We usually eat pastéis in weekly street markets, but they can also be bought in bars or specialized stores. The dough is also flour-based, and they are deep fried after being stuffed with cheese, minced meat, catupiry, chicken, codfish, or some more stuff. But they can also be sweet, if filled with chocolate and banana or guava paste and cheese!

Also, do you like pastila? It' one of the few russian foods I know, but it looks soooo good :0 is it a common food?

Sending hugs from Brazil!! <3🇧🇷

Olá! :D

Oh these look and sound very nice! I love fried dough (I wish it was actually good for you). Guava paste sounds positively exotic. And I had to google catupiry (how do you even pronouce requeijão?!)

I love these similarities! We're all human and we all enjoy a chunk of dough fried with something sweet or savoury :) I think you guys also enjoy dulce de leche, which sounds quite similar to our варёная сгущёнка (boiled condensed milk). One day I'll try it in real life and see for myself how similar they are!

Now, pastila comes in different shapes. One, eggwhite-based dessert; two, apple puffs; and three, dried fruit or berry rolls. All are very popular and you can find lots of varieties in every grocery store. The third type you can also make yourself, either using the oven or even just the sun.

[crimsonstonetranslations]

Shinrei Tantei Yakumo Short Stories - Haruka’s valentine's day

Shinrei Tantei Yakumo novel translation

Short Stories - Haruka's valentine's day

(JP-EN Translation by @cleverwolfpoetry - Editing by Zel)

( other short stories )

[Originally published in Kaminaga-sensei's official blog]

Today is Valentine's Day. So, I’m uploading a revised and summarised version of the short story ‘Haruka's Valentine's Day’, which was uploaded in parts last year.

14 Feb 2021 — Kaminaga Manabu.

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Ozawa Haruka stopped in front of the Movie Research Circle clubroom —.

She could have just walked into the room and said ‘Hey’ as usual, but hesitation came upon her.

Not because she was bringing trouble. The paper bag Haruka was holding in her hand was the reason for her hesitation.

Today was Valentine's Day. How it came to be remained unclear, but there was said to be a mysterious custom to give chocolates to the man closest to your heart —.

Of course, there were also giri-choco[1] and tomo-choco[2], so giving chocolates had no great implications.

Since he had been helping her all this time, Haruka giving Yakumo chocolate wouldn’t have had the same connotations as a declaration of love. 

Or rather —.

It would have been so if she were to give him some store-bought chocolate.

Last night, Haruka had somehow gotten over excited and made homemade chocolates for Yakumo all by herself.

Furthermore, she even gave the chocolates an original wrapping.

This stuff  already screams ‘honmei-choco[3]’ —.

And now fear suddenly struck her. If Yakumo were to tell her, ‘How troublesome’, she wouldn’t be able to recover.

If things didn't work out, Yakumo probably wouldn't hesitate to ask, 'Why do I have to eat your homemade chocolate?’ or something along those lines.

No, there was a chance Yakumo might not even know that it was Valentine's Day.

That would still be a fine outcome, but it wasn't difficult to imagine that he’d reprimand her with words like ‘Don’t get so enthusiastic about such an event’…

In any case, nothing good would probably come of it.

It had been a lot of work, but maybe she should leave without handing it to him.

“What are you doing over there?”

As she was about to leave, a voice called out to her from behind.

“Eek!” She was so surprised that she shrieked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on —.

“Don't speak so suddenly and in such a loud voice.”

“S-sorry...”

Just like that, Yakumo walked into the Movie Research Circle clubroom. While she was considering whether to just run away, Yakumo looked back at her with a dubious look on his face.

“If you stay there, you’re going to block the passage.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Haruka replied as she entered the room.

“So, what did you come here for?”

Yakumo began as they stepped into the clubroom of the Movie Research Circle and sat across from each other.

“Ah, well, since I've come this far, I thought I'd stop by for a moment...”

Haruka replied with a wry smile.

Yakumo did not seem to be convinced and gave her a look full of suspicion.

“Is that really all?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Kind of questionable. You must’ve picked up some trouble again.”

“No-not really. There’s no trouble.”

— He’s totally suspicious.

Now that it came to this, maybe it would have been better to say right away, ‘It's Valentine's Day, so I came to give you some chocolate —’

She was strangely self-conscious about this, but it didn’t mean that there weren’t people out there making homemade giri-choco and tomo-choco.

If she had simply given him the chocolate, that would have been the end of it. But by concealing the fact, she had evoked odd suspicions upon herself.

That being said, the timing wasn’t good for her to speak.

“You're acting suspiciously. What on earth are you thinking?”

Yakumo continued to pry. He was indeed very perceptive. It had been a mistake attempting to partly deceive him in the first place. 

“Re-really, it's nothing.”

“If so, what’s that paper bag you've been holding for a while like it’s so valuable?”

Yakumo pointed to the paper bag containing the chocolates. As expected for his level of insight, though right now she hated that side of him.

—What should I do?

“Ah.”

After a bit of frantic thinking, Haruka came up with a way to deal with the situation smoothly.

“Actually, I talked to Makoto-san, and she and I decided to give Yakumo-kun some Valentine's chocolates since you’ve been a lot of help.”

By naming Makoto, she casually pointed out that it was not honmei-choco as she placed the paper bag of chocolates on the table.

— Perfect! But will this really be alright?

Such a question came to Haruka's mind.

Emphasising that it was just a giri-choco was the same as reminding Yakumo that she didn’t think anything of him.

In the first place, it might not have been a good idea to borrow Makoto’s name, who wasn’t here, without permission.

“Valentine, huh…”

Yakumo said listlessly as he took a wrapped chocolate out of the paper bag.

“Try one if you like.”

“Did you make these?”

“Um, together with Makoto-san...?’

Why did I decide to call it a collaborative work when I could have said I made it myself?

Before that, Makoto-san, I'm sorry that I took the liberty to use your name.

Yakumo opened the wrapper and was about to put his hand on the chocolate when there was the sound of a knock and the door opened. 

“Hello.”

The one who appeared was, no joke, Makoto —

“Ma-Makoto-san!”

Haruka stood up unintentionally.

What bad timing. No, Makoto did nothing wrong. In the first place, Haruka should have never said a half-lie.

“Why are you that surprised?” 

From Makoto's point of view, it made no sense, but for Haruka it was a matter of life or death.

At this rate, the lie would be exposed, and the story would become more complicated.

“Oh, that's right. Today is Valentine's Day, so I'm giving Yakumo-kun some cho…”

“Aaaah!”

Haruka let out an odd scream while flapping her hands, interrupting Makoto's words. Apparently, Makoto had brought Yakumo Valentine chocolates. If she had handed them over now, Haruka's lie would have been exposed.

Although Makoto had been interrupted, both she and Yakumo were at a loss for words over the sudden eccentric behaviour.

“N-never mind. D-don’t worry about it...”

She had run out of ideas. It was only a matter of time before Haruka's lies were uncovered. Not that she cared any longer.

“Thank you for your time and effort in making the chocolate,”

Yakumo said when the situation calmed down.

— It’s completely out.

Haruka could only hang her head.

“Chocolate? Oh, I see — ” Makoto whispered to herself, then clapped her hands loudly.

“That's right. Haruka-chan and I decided to give Yakumo-kun some chocolate. Well, it was mostly Haruka-chan who made it, though.”

Hearing Makoto's words, Haruka abruptly raised her head.

Somehow, Makoto had guessed most of what had happened so far. She smiled and winked at Haruka.

— You saved me, Makoto-san. Thank you so much.

Yakumo said something along the lines of 'Well, let's get on with it,' and started eating the chocolate.

“Does this work for you?”

Makoto said in a whisper while sitting next to Haruka.

“Y-yes.  Thank you so much.”

“In any case, I went along with the story, but you should have told the truth.”

“You-you’re right...”

Makoto was right. 

Rather than let this happen again, I'll give chocolates to Yakumo honestly next year — Haruka secretly swore in her heart.

-

Translation Notes

The notes for this translation are all terms referencing the common types of chocolates given during Valentine’s Day in Japan. This day is typically reserved for women to give chocolates to their male acquaintances, with the type of chocolate corresponding to the nature of the relationship the gifter wishes to express.

[1] Giri-choco (義理チョコ): obligation chocolate usually given to male colleagues, clients, etc. out of courtesy or obligation, implying no deeper feelings.

[2] Tomo-choco (友チョコ): chocolate given to friends, signifying platonic love. It is also more commonly exchanged between women.

[3] Honmei-choco (本命チョコ): chocolate given to a romantic partner or someone you have genuine romantic feelings for.

[allywthsr]

TRAVELING HOME | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando travel home for Christmas

wordcount: 1.2k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: read this please, I don’t know when the rest is coming out, I’m writing as fast as I can 🫶🏼

advent calendar

”Lando, do you have everything?“

You two were standing in your hallway with the luggage and backpacks, ready to fly home. Or at least to Lando’s home. This year was the Norris‘ turn of hosting the Christmas dinner and morning, your family would join you tomorrow.

”I think so.“

”You think or you know?“

”Uhm, I think that I know.“

”I‘m gonna check again.“

You shook your head with a smile, you were anxious. Anxious that you would forget something, you didn’t care about clothes because you could borrow some from Lando, but if you would forget a present, that would be fatal. You couldn’t exactly just pop over and get it, so you check at least five times if you packed them, before closing the suitcase. For one last time, you went into the guest room to check it for remaining presents, the bed was empty, under the bed too, just like the closet and the floor. The guest room was where you kept every present and wrapped them too, Lando didn’t help you at all with the wrapping, but you knew he wasn’t good at it.

The first two Christmas you got presents that were self-wrapped, and boy did they look funny, the wrapping was all over the place and it was more wonky than straight, and let’s not start with the amount of tape he used to secure the paper. Now he gets it wrapped immediately in the store he buys it from, or lets his mum wrap it. You always told him you didn’t care what it looked like wrapped, as long it came from the heart, but he was fed up with Oliver making fun of his (non-existent) skills.

After double-checking the guest room, and the office, because you had to make sure no one placed anything there, you went back to Lando to the hallway and grabbed your suitcase after pulling on your winter jacket.

”Do you really have anything? Toothbrush?“

”Put it in my bag this morning.“

”Underwear?“

”I brought enough, I hope you didn’t bring any, makes it more thrilling.“

”Gross! Beanies?“

”More than enough. Calm down, will you? We’re flying to my parents, they have stuff from me still in my room, and even you‘ve left clothes there.“

You let out a shaky breath.

Lando opened his arms and you fell into them, holding him close to you. You wanted everything to be perfect, you loved Christmas and it should run smoothly.

”But we really have to leave now.“

You nodded and let go of him, opening the door and walking through it, Lando locked the door and you stepped into the elevator. Outside of your building, a taxi was waiting for you, you two got in and it drove you to the Nice airport.

Lando had a cap on his head and a hoodie, trying to disguise, so he wouldn’t get recognized by people. Normally he always took his time with taking pictures and talking, but you’re already late, and he wanted you to be safe, mobs of people didn’t care about you, and more than once it happened, that you were pushed and shoved until you were crying.

You gave up your bags and made your way to the security check-in, the line wasn’t long, so you didn’t have to wait as long as you thought. The duty-free section was something you always admired, you always bought a little snack for the plane ride, sometimes it was some gummy bears or a chocolate bar, but Lando always had a bite, or multiple, not that you would tell Jon about it. But now, it didn’t matter, Lando was free for the next few months and could devour a whole Kinder bar pack and no one would care, he still needed to work out a few times a week, but it was less stressful.

You still had about thirty minutes until boarding would start, so you sat down in a quiet corner and talked about the most random things, your head was lying on his shoulder and his hand was gripping your thigh, stroking it gently every now and then. You loved cuddling with Lando, it was your favorite thing to do with him, even in public.

When the flight was announced, Lando and you slowly made your way to the counter, you avoided the big crowds, just in case someone recognized Lando or you. Scanning the pass quickly, you two walked through the long tunnel with your backpacks in your bags, where important stuff was packed. The plane was packed, so Lando pulled his cap further in his face and hoodie higher, so he could hide his face more. Luckily you didn’t have to walk for long through the plane, Lando booked business class tickets. You tried to tell him, you two didn’t need this, but what Lando wanted, he got. That was his Ariana Grande ’I want it, I got it‘ moment.

He insisted you two flew in business class, because, one, you didn’t need to walk through the whole plane and the chance of getting recognized was smaller, and two, you had more legroom, which he loved. But you let him buy it, because it was his money, and he could spend it on whatever he wanted.

When the plane was in the air, and you were settled in comfortably, you couldn't wait to get home, even if it was Lando’s home, it was still home. The smell of Christmas always smelt different when the whole family was there, especially because Cisca went big on Christmas. Tons of cookies were waiting for you, hot chocolates and teas as well, and let’s not forget the beautiful Christmas dinner and breakfast she always did. And that your family also came, made things even better. Normally you would’ve hosted Christmas, but the flat was way too small for everyone to fit in, and Monaco was expensive, the hotel costs would’ve been unnecessary.

”I can’t wait to be home, see everyone.“

You hummed and thought about the last Christmas you spent there, it was the second Christmas you two were together and you decided you wanted to spend it together. The Norris‘s hosted it and it was like you always joined them, everyone had a small gift for you, they all welcomed you beautifully in the family, not that they hadn’t before, but now it felt official, and the whole mood was perfect.

When you arrived, you quickly got off the plane, to avoid the other people and waited for the luggage at the strap, of course, yours came almost at the end, you couldn’t wait to get out of the airport. London Heathrow was busy, very busy. While walking next to the big crowds and lines, you could hear mumbling ’Is that Lando Norris?‘ but you only pulled more on his hand and you two were almost sprinting through the halls, wanting to reach the exit where Oliver was kindly waiting to pick you up.

You greeted him with a hug, Lando did the same and you quickly got in his car and you were driving home for Christmas.

[levisrations]

Modern! Levi x reader fluff

Warnings: none? A cat wearing a birthday hat? Certainly a lot of mistakes.

Levi has gotten cakes on his birthday, but always store bought. This year you baked and decorated it yourself. First year of your relationship you took notes of his favorite flavors and searched for a recipe online that blends in his favorite flavors into cake. You didn’t wanna make him a simple vanilla or chocolate cake, you wanted him to feel seen, even with something as simple as cake.

He gets home from work, and you’re waiting for him in the kitchen with the cake, a few balloons, his presents and a homemade banner. You and your shared cat even have hats on! As soon as he steps in the kitchen looking for you he stops in his tracks, shocked. No one besides his mother has done something like this for him. At most he’s been taken to a dinner with some friends but nothing more. To be honest he hated the attention but he’s the best man you know and he deserves this level of attention at least once. And it’s just you and him in your home so he’s not being ambushed. Well and your cat, who’s being surprisingly good with the hat on right now.

Levi can’t come up with anything to say, he’s just so surprised. He knows this took some time especially that cake. He hasn’t cried in a long time and it’s the first time since he’s felt the need to cry out of happiness in god knows how long. So he just hugs you tight, mutters his “thank yous” and “i love you so much” into your neck. Now you’re crying for real. You tell him how grateful you are for him, glad he exists and glad you know him, especially in such an intimate level.

He opens his gifts, a nice watch, some very comfortable and expensive sweatpants (Levi likes good quality stuff, he rarely shops for himself for that reason) and a nice whiskey. He loves them all, gives you a big deep kiss, hand behind your head keeping you there, then a bunch of little kisses all over while you giggle. He also gives the cat a kiss on the head.

You both sit and eat the cake, he loves it. While you eat you talk about your days, you tell Levi the plan of watching whatever he wants on the couch, after a nice long shower together, and he puts in his new sweatpants and you both cuddle with your cat on the big ass couch you bought for the place, and fall asleep hours later under some warm blankets.

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

AOT at a Christmas Party

I have no caption... it's finals season I wanna die

Eren: the party is at his apartment; lowkey forgot that he's hosting the party and that he actually needs to have food; claims it's a last minute pot luck; doesn't clean his place and ends up ordering pizza

Mikasa: brings a bunch of homemade cookies... it's diverse, some being good and some being... not so good; she doesn't understand the excitement of Christmas but she partakes in the activities; gets to the party half an hour early (before everyone else) and cleans up Eren's apartment because she knew he wouldn't have it clean

Armin: wears an ugly Christmas sweater and thinks that it's super cute; brings a big kettle of hot cocoa (it's his specialty); is DJing the Christmas music

Jean: doesn't know how to cook so he brings a box of store bought Christmas cookies (they're literal shit and no one eats them and he gets offended); wears a beanie and claims it's "Christmas spirit" enough

Connie: genuinely shows up wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper and is wearing antlers or some shit; continues to make jokes about how everyone should jingle his bells; shows up without anything

Sasha: is an amazing baker and shoes up with a shit ton of Christmas baked goodies (cookies, bread, cakes, etc.); and she honestly eats half of the stuff she brings

Erwin: can't cook to save his goddamn life so he brings a case of shitty beers; wears a green sweater and doesn't quite understand that it doesn't 'fit the Christmas spirit'; enjoys watching everyone interact because he never had family Christmas' like this

Levi: is just wearing all black and doesn't take shit about it; brings a box of 12 store bought cookies despite there being more than a dozen people at the party; spends the evening in the corner of the party, watching everyone and secretly enjoying it

Hange: shows up wrapped in Christmas lights... it's a look! attempts to cook and bring a main dish (like a turkey or ham) and omfg is it horrible... it's either burnt or not cooked at all and genuinely could conduct food poisoning; is wayyyy too into the Christmas activities and wants to actual roast chestnuts on a fire

Annie: brings a batch of brownies (box mix) and is always seen with a drink in her hand; however she's smiling the whole time, enjoying how excited Armin is about the festivities; threatens to beat up anyone who says anything bad about Armin's sweater (she's the only one allowed to do that)

Bertholdt: honestly, he can cook and shows up with a few side dishes... mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, cranberry sauce, etc.; he gets really excited about small things such as giving gifts, spending time with friends, and Armin's hot chocolate

Reiner: brings eggnog except he tries making it and doesn't know what it is so he just beat an egg in some milk (close enough); Annie convinced him to wear this HORRIBLE Christmas sweater because she said it would look good on him (spend the whole night being bullied for it)

Ymir: spikes Armin's hot chocolate with vodka; shows up pre-drunk to the party even though she knew there would be drinks; she also ate before-hand because she knew the food would be shit; shows up empty handed and when she gets called out she claims "she brought the life of the party"

Historia: begs everyone to go Christmas caroling (and is somehow able to convince everyone to do it); she also has everyone pile in and take a Christmas photo together (which is miraculous); brings gifts for everyone even though they all agreed to not bring any

[hoes4matthew]

Warnings: fluff / little!chris / little!matt / cg!reader / bad spelling and grammar / low-key short

Summary: building a gingerbread house with chris :3

A/N: my first age regression fic yippe

Chris excitedly ran inside with the gingerbread house you recently bought whole grocery shopping. Matt happily ran a little bit behind him with a box of hot coco and marshmallows in his hands. They both excitedly ploped their things down on the kitchen counter.

You walked in with the rest of the groceries and shut the door behind you. Almost as soon as you put the groceries away you see Chris run up next to you.

"mama! can we make it now!? Tan we???" He bounced up and down excitedly. He's been so excited to build it ever since he saw it in the grocery store. Ranting about his ideas on how he was gonna decorate it.

"Of course! How about you get the stuff out of the box for me while I put the groceries away." He quickly nodded quickly. He ran back over to the kitchen table where the box was. He quickly and sloppy opened the box, nearly ripping it half.

It didn't take you long to put the groceries away. You walked over to Chris who's been waiting anxiously for you to be finished. He'd layed out all the different pieces and decorations.

"Alright bud!" You looked up to see Matt across the table hugging his stuffed animal and watching you two. He had his cosy Christmas blanket around him. "You wanna join baby?"

Matt shook his head. "I watch." He said quietly, laying his head on the table. Matt wasn't into the messy stuff. He was more of a cuddle with a hearted blanket while watching a christmas movie type person.

"That's okay." You smiled before you saw Chris attempting to build one of the walls himself. Which quickly failed, he let out a little groan of annoyance once the walls collapsed.

"Aw, it's okay bud! Let me help you." You two worked together while you helped build the house. He held up the walls while you used them, not at all helpful, icing. After some failed attempts and a near breakdown, you managed to get it to stand. Chirs let out a happy gasp of happines. "Thank 'ou mama!!"

"Your welcome darling! You can decorate however you want." Chirs turned too you nodding. He began carefully putting this icing on the roof of the gingerbread house. It's honestly the most focused you've ever seen Chris.

You heard Matt shyly mumbled something. You looked over to see him holding up a box of hot chocolate up. He had his favorite snoopy mug next to him.

"You wanna make hot chocolate?" He quickly nodded, getting out of his chair and running over to you with his cup and the hot chocolate.

You let him pour and mix everything himself. Besides the milk, which he requested you to pour. After the last time he spilled it on himself he didn't wanna pour his own milk anymore. He mixed it all up and put it in the microwave. He pressed the buttons as you told him how much time it needed. "Good job baby!" He smiled proudly as you praised him.

Then he quickly turned back to the microwave, swaying back and forth as he watched his cup spin around. Meanwhile Chris was adding his finishing little touches to his gingerbread house. You watched as he stuck a circle peppermint on the front. He'd somehow gotten frosting all over himself in the short amount of time you were turned away from him.

"That looks really good Chris." Matt tugged on your side as the microwave beeped. Pointing over to it. You laughed at his excitement before taking it out the microwave.

"Do you want whipped cream?" He thought for a moment before nodding. He watched you as you got the whipped cream and put some on top of his hot chocolate. He let out a happy squeak like noise.

"thank ou' so much mama!" He took a sip and nodded contently, going back to his seat and watching while Chris added one last decoration onto his gingerbread house.

"tada!" Chris steps back and looks at it proudly. There were sprinkles all over it in random places along with icing covering the whole roof, and apparently him too.

"Woah! It looks amazing!'' Chris held his head up proudly. Making sure you put it right in the middle of the table so anybody could see.

"Hey how about we all get cosy and watch a Christmas movie?" You didn't have to say that twice for Matt to be rushing to the couch. Meanwhile Chris changed into a new, clean shirt. He wanted to pick his own shirt.

"snowman!!" Matt kicked this feet happily. While you two got all ready to watch the movie, Chris was still oogling over his gingerbread house.

He eventually came over with you and Matt, He jumped onto the couch next to you and Matt with one of your holiday sweaters on. Leaning on your shoulder while Matt was on your lap.

This is kinda butt I'm so sorry

@cl4re-cain @1c3b4th @fratboychrisera @cherry-red-heart @mattybsgroupie (sorry is anybody from my taglist being tagged doesn't fw stuff like this 😢 you dont have to read if you donf fw kt c: )

[silentstyx]

"Oh and You!" ~ Ethan Morgan x Reader

sum! Glue song by beabadoobee, also just cutesy moments with your boyfriend Ethan. (different moments/days)

tw! super fluff in gonna cry

this is so cute, also did yall know i do these a/n's before the fic lolzzz

"I've never known someone like you, ooh. Tangled in love, stuck by you, from the glue."

You and Ethan recently started dating and oh my goodness is this boy the most perfect amazing person boyfriend ever, and my golly he is whipped. He is so so sweet and treats you so so good. Not only that but he just loves you so much. Probably more than you love him.

Nonetheless, even though its been less than 6 months it is still the most perfect relationship and perfect boyfriend ever!

You were walking up to him and his friends at lunch. You sat next to him and he looked at you with those sweet eyes full of adoration and love. God, he loved you so much.

But much like every relationship there were flaws. He would forget to do some things that you had gotten used to, seeing as how this is his first relationship. He doesn't do it on purpose he's just not used to having say 'love you bye!' whenever one specific person is in the same room as him and he's leaving. He mostly gets in trouble over the phone for that though.

The bell rang, signalling that they're lunch was over and they were to head back to class. Leaving you alone.

Ethan was about to just leave. No kiss, no hug, no 'love you bye'.

"Uh, Ethan!" you grab his attention with your somewhat snarky yell.

He looks confused, scanning where he was sitting to see if he had dropped something, "hm?"

"Don't forget to kiss me!" you couldn't hold back your smile as his face came to the realisation.

You then changed to a more smug look when continuing on, "or else you'll have to miss me..."

He smiled and gave you a small but sweet peck on the lips before leaving the cafeteria.

"I guess I'm stuck forever by the glue, oh and you!"

Later that day you were in class together and there was a... pretty girl sitting next to him. She was new to school and needed a tour. She was asking Ethan, before you could interrupt he responded with, "Yeah, me and my girlfriend can show you around."

She immediately shut down the offer and he refused to take her without you. 20 minutes later while the teacher was in the middle of a lecture there was a paper ball wadded up that had hit your shoulder and was now on the floor. You open it up to see in green ink, 'Im stuck by you'

"Finding the right words to use for this song. I have you in mind, so it won't take so long!"

Ethan met you outside of your English class, one of the classes you don't have together. The assignment was, write a poem. About anything, horses, eggs, boyfriend, mom, dad, cat- wait boyfriend?

So you wrote a poem for him, you grabbed the paper out of your bag and read it to him. (im not good with poems you cant make me write one.)

"Never thought I'd find you, but you're here, and so I love you! I'm not wrong when I say,"

It wasn't unknown that Ethan was unpopular. It also was common knowledge that he got bullied. Usually it didn't bug him, but today it did. He walked home by himself. Shut himself out all day. Was consistently zoning out.

You went to the store, bought his favorite stuff and went to his house. You even got him some chocolate and flowers, because how often do guys get those when they feel bad. He immediately let you in when he found out who it was, he just wanted cuddles and you to rub his head. Then he saw you with matching star wars pajamas, chocolate, his favorite food, and flowers. As well as a scarf from his hogwarts house.

He gave you the biggest hug. He didn't ever think he would date you, or even end up knowing you! But you are. And you show up when he's upset, and so he loves you.

"hey, I've been stuck onto you. Like glue." He said peacefully. And while he was acting like you and him were stuck together, you knew he meant metaphorically. And he knew you would understood that.

"I've been stuck by glue. Right onto you!"

"I've been stuck by glue."

"I've never known..."

"I've never known someone like you"

"I've never known..."

Ethan whispered, "I've never known someone like you."

[superiorsturgeon]

Jaune: Here you go! One strategy guide for Ninja Combat X2!

Weiss: Perfect! Yang is in for a surprise the next time she challenges me to her childish video game!

Weiss: And here is your payment…! *hands Jaune a lien card* That should be enough for dinner at Vacuo’s best Mistrali restaurant, plus tip!

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Jaune: *covered in scratches and bite marks* Okay…Zwei has been taken to the vet and bathed…

Ruby: Wow, and you did it seven minutes faster than Yang’s first time! Letting Zwei chew on you as a distraction was a good idea!

Ruby: *presents a cake box containing a decadent red velvet cake personalized with a spear in the icing and two yellow arches surrounding the edges* A deal’s a deal! Hope you like it!

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Jaune: *frantically steering getaway van as bullets ricochet around him* You told me it would be a simple job! In and out and nobody gets hurt! Nobody said anything about robbing a jewelry store owned by the Vacuan syndicates!

Neo: *finishes binding a gunshot wound and shoves a gift-wrapped box into Jaune’s hand*

Jaune: *peeks inside* HOLY…!

Jaune: *whips around a sharp turn* Okay, but this is the last job I do for you!

Neo: 🙄

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Yang: Phew! That was a good sparring session! You make a good punching bag, Jaune!

Jaune: …ow…thanks, I think…🤕

Yang: *hands Jaune a white dress in a garment bag* Here ya go, vomit boy! Just like your first dance with P-money back at Beacon! Don’t spend it all in one place!

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Jaune: *going over clipboard* Let’s see…I’ve got the restaurant, the dessert, the gift, and my outfit, just like our first dance…!

Ren: *planning his valentines date with Nora on a white erase board* Don’t forget the cab fare.

Jaune: *pulls up his dress and hurries out the door carrying the cake and Pyrrha’s gift* Right! Thanks Ren!

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Pyrrha: *holding a box of store-bought chocolates* ☹️

Nora: For gods’ sake, Pyrrha, just give him the chocolates and stop worrying! Jaune-Jaune’s going to love them!

Pyrrha: But chocolate is so…cliché…! Every year Jaune puts so much effort into personalizing our Valentines date and I can’t compete! I know he’s out there somewhere, plotting something sweet and wonderful that took him all month to set up! He’s too good to me! 😫

Nora: You! Are! Pyrrha! Freaking! Nikos! Jaune worships you and he does this gooey romantic stuff because he thinks you’re a goddess! Just go spend time with your boyfriend and stop overthinking it!

Pyrrha: I can’t! 😖

Pyrrha: …what do you do for Ren on Valentine’s Day?

Nora: I let him ****** ******* ******, and then **** ***** ******* ***** from the back!

Pyrrha:

Nora: …what? Is this suddenly not a safe space?

[yournormalidiot]

Some Outsiders hc cause I haven't posted original shit in agesss (sorry abt that)

All mini essay's again, cause I can't be normal abt my hc:6

Ponyboy love loves lovesss tea and hates coffee. He doesn't like the smell or the taste or texture.

Curly finds it funny as shit and when he's drinking coffee WILL shove it in pony's face to see pony sqirm and complain. (Curly doesn't like tea he only drinks black, decaff coffee cause he's already half an insomniac and doesn't need more excuses not to sleep)

Pony sometimes drinks herbale teas and curly HATES them with a passion, he will leave the room (it's how pony gets even with him lmaoo)

ADORES hot chocolate, especially his mam recipe and loves drinking hot chocolate with johnny on a cold winter evening. Just chilling and not taking. Or with the gang when it's near Christmas and everyone's buzzen. Takes only wipped cream, no marshmallows.

Johnny is 50/50 he likes tea, but only if its a cold evening and he'll drink coffee if it's offered but with alot if milk and some sugar.

Not a fan of herbal teas, except when he's really sick he'll drink a bot if peppermint tea (which pony makes for him without being asked half the time tbh, just notices he's sick and shoves it into his face like 10 minutes later)

If given the choice he'll take hot chocolate, with no marshmallow or cream tho.

Dallas LIVES off coffee, a cup of black store bought coffee, he needs to have one every morning (OCD who?)

Isn't much if a fan if tea sense he's uses to the bitter taste of coffee, will kill pony if he even trys to put his herbal teas anywhere near him.

Will begrudgingly drink hot chocolate if the rest of the gang is and its winter, but only if its ms Curtis recipe and with marshmallows no cream (Hot chocolate wqs his fav as a kid but to seem tougher he pretends to hate it)

darry he likes tea but perfers coffee, started drinking it in high school and used to have it with alot of milk and sugar (still perfers it that way) but half the time is so tried he just drinks it black (always makes faces tho cause its so bitter)

He also likes herbal teas and will drink them every so often with pony, it somthing they started doing as kids and it became, their thing. Their dad was the one who taught them all about it, so it was also their way of bonding with him. (Ms Curtis and soda would bond while they did that, she taught him how to sow and knit and stuff)

Doesn't mind hot chocolate (never was a big fan of it, even as a kid) but only drinks it of the rest the gang are takes it with wipped cream

Soda not a fan of tea and HATES coffee, will not touch the stuff (like his mama) doesn't like herbal teas much either.

LOVES LOVES LOVESSSSS hot chocolate, takes it with both marshmallows and cream and will drink it at any point in the Yr. Even if its like 25⁰c in mind June, lovess it. Will drink like 10 cups.

Steve doesn't like tea and hates herbal teas especially. (Pony likes it leave his cup extra close to Steve if he's drinking herbal tea just to piss him off. And he grins like a little shit and eyes Steve from the corner of his eye, while Steve just sits there and seeds with resentment and annoyance as the smell of whatever herbal tea pony had attacks his senses. Its a very funny scene)

Likes coffee, perfers decaff, likes atleast a good amount if milk and half a teaspoon of sugar.

Likes hot chocolate, adoresss ms Curtis recipe will drink like 6 cups if it's her recipe. Usually just drink it plan, no cream or marshmallows but sometimes will take cream.

Two bit ones again 50/50, doesn't mind tea but drinks it more then coffee (I hc that his mam is irish and she always drinking tea and has tea in the house so he just kinda feel into drinking it) likes it on cold nights or if his mam has to work late he's to take care of his sister and he's just feeling extra sad, he'll have a cuppa and it brings him lil bit of comfort.

Does not like herbal teas, but enjoys how pony uses it to piss of Steve. Has become more open to them cause Marcia likes them.

Doesn't mind coffee, will drink it of offer only takes milk.

likes hot chocolate, loves ms Curtis recipe and his mam's (which are honestly very similar) takes both cream and marshmallows with it. Only drinks it on cold winter nights. And can make great hot chocolate cause he's always making it for his sister.

Ace (now fair warning, idk much abt ace I haven't seen the musical and only became a fan recently so if its short that's why)

So she's 50/50 likes tea, likes coffee only takes milk in both. Doesn't mind herbal teas and will try them, (hasn't found one she likes yet) unless they smell like really sweet.

LOVES hot chocolate, takes both marshmallows and cream and drinks nearly as much as soda does. Except won't drink it in mid summer cause she's nromal

@two-entire-bits @justanotheroutsidersblog @staygoldspiiderrah I'm starting to realise I only have 3 outsider moots..welp that's a bit sad...

Edit: I was wrong I have 5, not as sad @johnnycademyschmookie @newsies-united