#don't deserve this cup of hot cocoa i think

[tybaltsrapier]

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[doumadono]

Hiii I’m so sorry if this is bad timing but I have a bit of an emergency request? :’)

So my homelife isn’t the greatest at the moment, and I was wondering what Deku would do with a s/o with a poor homelife? Just to, you know, daydream about hehe.

If it’s bad timing don’t mind this at all!! But if it isn’t I’d really appreciate it :)

Thank youuu!! (Have an amazing day<3)

Moments of happiness - Izuku Midoriya x gn!Reader

A/N: I'm sorry to hear that things are tough at home right now. Remember, tough times don't last forever. Hang in there, and take care of yourself

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST - PART 2

Izuku Midoriya had always been a pillar of support and strength for those he cared about. When he discovered the hardships his s/o was facing at home, his heart ached with an intensity he had never felt before. He knew he had to do something, anything, to alleviate their suffering.

It all started one evening when Izuku noticed the weariness in their eyes, a sadness that no amount of smiles could hide. He waited patiently until they were alone, then gently took their hands in his. "Y/N, is everything okay?" Izuku asked, his voice soft yet filled with concern.

They hesitated, but the warmth in his emerald eyes gave them the courage to open up. They shared their troubles, the arguments, the stress, the feeling of being unloved and unwanted in their own home. 

Izuku listened intently, his heart breaking with each word. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked, pulling them into a tight hug. "You don’t have to go through this alone. I'm here for you, always."

Izuku spent the next few days thinking about how he could help. He knew he couldn't just swoop in and change their home situation, but he could provide a safe haven, a place where they could feel loved and supported.

After a particularly rough day for his s/o, Izuku decided to take action. He called them over to his apartment, which was a modest place but filled with warmth and comfort. As they arrived, he greeted them with a reassuring smile and a tight hug. "I've been thinking," Izuku began, leading them to the cozy living room. "I know I can't change everything happening at home, but I want you to have a place where you can escape, even if just for a little while."

Their eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. "Izuku, you didn’t have to…"

He nodded, blushing slightly. "You deserve to feel safe and happy, Y/N. Come on, let's get comfortable."

They settled on the couch, and Izuku handed them a cup of hot cocoa, his eyes never leaving their face. He wanted to ensure they felt the love and care they deserved. 

They spent the evening watching their favorite movies, wrapped in each other's arms, laughter and joy filling the room.

As the night wore on, Izuku gently broached the subject of their home life again. "Y/N, I know it's tough right now, but I want you to know that no matter what happens, you always have me. If you ever need to talk, to vent, or even just a place to stay, my door is always open."

Tears welled up in their eyes, but this time, they were tears of relief and gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you. Thank you."

He wiped their tears away, pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead. "You don't have to thank me. I love you, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

In the following days and weeks, Izuku made sure to check in on them regularly, offering his support and comfort whenever they needed it. He helped them find small moments of happiness, whether it was through a shared hobby, a walk in the park, or simply sitting together in comfortable silence.

With Izuku by their side, his s/o found a renewed sense of hope and strength. They knew that with his unwavering support and love, they could endure any hardship and come out stronger on the other side. 

And for Izuku, seeing the light return to their eyes was the greatest reward he could ever ask for.

[luveline]

what about a grumpy!reader / Eddie + roan. Reader is trying so hard not to let work things get to her but she ends up being a bit grumpy at home, that's when Eddie and our favorite girl Roan intervene.

Maybe. Just a thought. I just love them (and you) so much ❤️

thank you!! i love you <3 eddie and roan —your small family tries to cheer you up after a bad day. fem!reader, 1.4k

"It's a new one called the macarena," Eddie says, his hands around Roan's wrists guiding her arms into the right positions. "Macarena by maca-Roanie."

She's dancing on his thighs. You have no idea how he can cope with it. While Roan isn't a heavy girl, whenever she does it to you it makes you squirm. 

Eddie hums the song and poses Roan's arms, across her abdomen and then hands on her hips. "Hey, maca-Roanie," he sings, making her shake her hips in time with the song, bodily turning her to the left.  

She giggles at the suddenness of it, and her eyes light up with happiness when she sees you're back from the bathroom. 

"Dance with us!" she pleads, laughing more as Eddie messes up the move and quickly corrects her arms. 

"Maybe in a minute," you say, as gently as you can manage despite your foul mood. Neither of them deserve to feel shitty just because you do. 

"Now," she whines, her foot slipping off of Eddie's thigh. She runs with the momentum to the end of the couch, her hands grabbing for you. "Please! Dad will sing the song again." 

"Sorry, Ro," you say, giving her shoulder a quick rub. 

You walk over to the TV to turn down the volume a touch before collapsing with a puff into the fat armchair. Relief courses through you as you shield your eyes from the light. 

"Is she okay?" Roan whispers. 

Eddie must pull her or yank her toward him, if her little yelp and subsequent laughter is anything to go off of. "She's okay, mini me. Today's been really long, that's all."

"It feels as long as yesterday." 

"That's the problem. Come on, let's go make a cup of hot cocoa, okay? I'll show you how to do the dance again."

You're glad that they leave, though that soon melds to a bone deep guilt, kind to make you wanna get up and put on a smile and learn Eddie's new dance. You try to force yourself up. 

You sink deeper into the armchair. 

"Can I give her a hug?" Roan asks in the kitchen. She must think you can't hear her far away. 

"I'm sure she'd love that, but let's give her ten minutes, okay?" 

"Is she mad with me?" 

"No," Eddie says fondly. "She's definitely not mad at you. Just tired, babe."

"Will you toast my marshmalloweds with the flamethrower?" 

"Blowtorch," he corrects. You hear a drawer opening, a click, and Roan's impressed Woah.

I'm such a fucking dick, you think, curling into a ball. My poor loves. 

You sizzle in your bad mood, folding in on yourself as tightly as you can. They don't deserve to feel the cloud hanging over your head. Hopefully it'll blow over soon, and luckily they don't seem to mind. Eddie knows better than to think how you feel has something to do with him, or Ro, or that you'd ever take it out on them. 

You don't want work to make them feel shitty too. 

The kettle whines on the stove. You used to make cocoa in the microwave until Eddie found out about superheated water and said it was too dangerous. You can see him in your head pouring the hot water into their matching mugs, Garfield and Odie, Roan's very favourites donated from the Great Munson Mug Collection when she was a baby. Your heart hurts thinking about it 'cos usually you're standing there at the counter listening to her tell you how much she loves Odie the puppy. Eddie used to cut the Garfield strips out of every newspaper and save them in a plastic binder for her until she slowly lost interest, but the love is still there. The plastic binder is proof, tucked up on your bookshelf next to your photo albums and Eddie's records. 

"Sure you got it?" 

"Yes, daddy, I have it. Thank you for asking me." 

"Are you kidding? You're so welcome. Please don't burn your fingers." 

"I have the handle. You're doing that thing Y/N says you do with over drotectivity." 

"Over drotectivity, huh." 

"You're worrying about things more than normal dads worry and it's gonna give you chives." 

"Sweetheart." Eddie snorts, their footsteps approaching the living room. "It's called over protectiveness, and she thinks it gives me hives, not chives. Which it doesn't! I got hives one time and it was from that discount laundry detergent." 

"When Y/N put ointment on your back and said you felt like a rattlesnake!" 

You peek up from the depressed leather of the armchair your face is smushed in. Roan crosses the room with your favourite mug in her small hand, the weight of it straining her wrist. Cocoa sloshes over the side and a marshmallow rides the wave down onto the hardwood. 

"Don't slip," you say softly. 

"Won't slip," she says, grinning. Her smile is all Eddie like a master copy. "I made you cocoa in the best cup with just pink marshmalloweds 'cos the pink ones are for love." 

"What are the white ones for?" you ask.

You take the mug from her before she can burn herself. Eddie presses down on her shoulder as he sits on the floor in front of your armchair, wielding two mugs in one hand precariously. He swoops Roan into his lap and smiles at you from over her neatly coiled curls. "White ones are for making you taller." 

Roan points at her mug emphatically. "I got lots of white. I wanna sit in the front seat of the car." 

"That's a good reason," you say, slouched but not entirely collapsed in your chair, wondering why they've sat themselves at your feet and already knowing the answer. "Thank you for cocoa, Roro. I'm sorry I didn't dance with you earlier." 

Roan shrugs and leans back into Eddie's chest. He narrowly avoids scalding her, slurping a sip from the rim of his mug rather than have it pour down the side to splash her pyjama-clad shoulder. 

"That's OK. I didn't want to play Wombats with you last night and you still hugged me after teeth." 

She can be such a peculiar kid. Her vocabulary keeps growing in an explosion of mispronounciation and wrong definitions, as well as these unexpected shorthands; teeth means brushing her teeth. She'd brushed her teeth and dragged you to her room, imploring you to climb into bed with her for a half hour which you happily spent stroking her hair from her forehead and exchanging sleepy conversation. 

"Honestly, I didn't even think about Wombats. I just wanted to spend time with you," you say. 

Roan's little chin dips up and down as she nods, her hair bouncing against her cheeks. "Exactly! We don't have to dance. We can just sit down all night." 

"I like sitting down," Eddie adds. 

You lick your lips. They're too good for you, sometimes.

"Thank you, guys," you say, taking a sip of cocoa. 

Roan preens. Eddie puts his cocoa on the floor and his hand on your arm, the gap between you feeling smaller and smaller by the second, your bad mood at a low simmer rather than the roaring boil it had been. The ring on his pinky finger is distinct as his loving hand keeps you company, smothering the heat. 

They chat to one another and don't mind when you have nothing to say. All the sugar and love-flavoured marshmallows cheer you up some, enough to put down your empty mug and want a hug. 

"Come here?" you ask, laying back to make room. 

Roan makes a sound that can only be described as a rabid giggle and leaps onto the cushions. Eddie isn't far behind her, mugs forgotten and nearly kneed over as he encapsulates the two of you in his arms. 

"I'll be less grumpy tomorrow," you promise bashfully. 

"You're kinda cute when you're grumpy," Eddie says, indifferent. His smile curls against your shoulder. "Don't force it." 

"I like happy you and sad you," Roan says. 

You smile softly, tucking a silken curl of hair behind her ear. "I'm not sad," you promise, looking her in the eye and meaning every word, "I can't be sad for long with you and dad around." 

[zelda-the-sacred-realm]

May I know what order we'll meet the Link's of the Past? We already have Link, Sky, we're meeting Time soon/now. What's the meeting list?

If that is too much a spoiler, then I simply wanna give the Grumpy Man, Time, some hot cocoa! He deserves it!

Time thanks you for the hot cocoa, I imagined it served in a happy cup, which Time absolutely loves 😂

Regarding the meeting list, I don't consider it a real spoiler but I know how excited many were to discover Time's arrival

I think finding out who's coming next is part of the fun, and I know how people who follow my comic love discovering it step by step, and I think it's nice that there's this mystery about who's coming next

That's why I would prefer not to reveal the meetings in order

Thanks for thinking about Time! One kindness at a time, I bet they will help him defeat his allergy to happiness, I'm sure of it! 😆

Thanks for your ask! 💖

[chronicsheepdrawing]

*offers the Narrator a cup of his favorite warm drink and a blanket* here- I think you deserve a chance to relax and de-stress for a bit. I like having hot cocoa! Though in the morning I take coffee to wake up laughs. (*secretly offers Stanley the same* here buddy- take a load off for a bit okay?)

You don't need to offer Stanley anything in secret! Both of them deserve a rest every now and again.

[beanghostprincess]

Sometimes I scroll through your blog just to Vibe and Turn Off The Brain bc Safe Space Energy, and every single time, I go "Yeah this is great, nice and chill, no thought, head happy-" and then I get SLAMMED with ideas for fics.

Like. Your opinions and takes and tastes are PEAK and so full of inspiration,,,,,,

I am currently in an AroAce Luffy Mood so accept my crew x Lu ideas

ZoLu as a partnership where they call one another Their Boyfriend, and they pass as a romantic relationship. Luffy doesn't really Get Romantic Feelings but he DOES love. He has squishes on his whole crew, but Zoro is His Zoro.

Zoro, for his part, is aromantic or some flavor thereof where his devotion to Luffy is maybe romantic love, maybe platonic love, who cares, he'd do anything for his captain.

Simultaneously, Luffy has a queer platonic relationship with most people on the crew, they are HIS and the only boundaries he'll respect at the ones they establish. Who cares about propriety? They're PIRATES!

After different arcs, Luffy gets Clingier to certain people - it's either New Friend Fawning or Not So Hidden Abandonment Issues Cropping Up. Sometimes it's just a need for comfort, either on his end or for one of his people.

Sanji spent a long time keeping everyone... kind of at arm's length. Ussop and he wind up falling into orbit, and life isgood, is beautiful, Sanji is so happy - but he also is so terrified.

He will follow his captain to the end of the world, and he loves his crew, his friends, with everything he has. There is no where on the planet he'd be safer than there, with them. But Luffy's eyes, so dark and searching and Seeing - they make him antsy. It's alright in passing, in energetic moments. It's unbearable during those rare moments of calm examination. Sanji makes it clear very early on that he's not into that.

It's only after WCI that Luffy grabs Sanji into a tight hug late one evening, them both sitting up, awake and alone in the small kitchen. It's then that calloused rubber hands cup a stubble dotted jaw, a forehead pressed to forehead, and brown-black-red eyes meet blue and Luffy just... waits.

And Sanji? Oh, he's tired. He's tired, he's sad, he's hurt but he's safe and-

He's Luffy's.

He is baptized under that gaze that night with hot cocoa in their tongues and warmth in their hearts and Sanji lets himself have this. It doesn't matter if he deserves it, it doesn't matter if it's alright, all that matters is that It Is, that he can claim it for himself.

Just. Idek where I was going with this honestly. Just AAAAAAAAAAA

You can't just say I'm a comfort blog for you and not expect me to start crying 😭😭💖💖💖 That's the nicest thing ever, please,,, Sobbing. I'm glad you like my posts <33 And I'm always in an aroace/aroaspec Luffy mood so PLEASE tell me your thoughts 💛💛

Aroace Zolu is so funny to me. They're a third secret thing. It's like they are not boyfriends but they are boyfriends but actually that's just how first mates/captains are with each other but they're special and unlike anybody else and-- You get me.

And I agree btw I think Luffy has QPR relationships everywhere in the crew (I mean. Mostly east blue crew but yeah) because his way of loving is more than just friendship but it's not romantic love either? And they don't need a word for that because they are pirates so it doesn't matter at all what labels they use as long as they're happy with it.

The last part btw????? Do you want me to CRY?????? Aghhh. I love Sanji opening up and accepting the love Luffy has to offer him. It's my favorite flavor of Lusan.

This was great,, Awesome incredible even,,, Made my day <33

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

[DB AU] how would Pyrite!Tony react to learning exactly what happened to Peter (including that it was an alternate version of himself). Obviously this would depend on Peter making it back and maybe Tony also seeing Peter’s clear discomfort around him now.

[[this snippet also answers another question sent in: "How might Pyrite!Tony and Pyrite!Peter's react to seeing each other, after P!Peter returns home? Would P!Peter ever tell P!Tony about the details of alt-Tony? How would the kidnapping affect their relationship?"

warnings for: allusions to noncon and grooming, mentions of long-term captivity, general Sads]]

Tony thought he knew why Peter was so uncomfortable with him.

Their parents didn't seem to notice, or if they did, they were chalking it up to something else. Peter being ashamed of the big brother he idolized knowing about what had happened to him, maybe, some kind of insecurity along those lines.

If they'd really recognized it– the way Peter alternated between always watching Tony out of the corner of his eye and not being able to look at him at all, the way he went tense when Tony moved too suddenly, the way he hovered close to them but sat as far away from Tony as possible– if they'd really recognized it, they would've said something by now. They certainly wouldn't have left Peter alone with him.

It hurt, but it wasn't like Tony didn't deserve it. He had betrayed Peter's trust in a way, even if it had taken– some scumbag– taking him, keeping him, using him for Peter to realize it– so now here he was, sitting by Peter's bedside and trying to figure out how to say 'I promise I won't hurt you' to someone who had no reason to believe him.

Peter was in one of his avoidant moods. He had a mug of hot chocolate cupped between his hands and was staring down into it, quiet, the mood heavy and awkward between them while their parents dealt with phonecalls to law enforcement and publicists elsewhere in the house.

And then Peter took a breath, and he said, "Do you believe in multiverse theory?"

The non-sequitur and the fact that Peter was talking to him at all took Tony aback, but– he thought he understood.

He'd thought a lot about different versions of himself that might have made different decisions while Peter was gone, after all.

"I don't see why not," he said, slow, wanting to leave the door open for Peter to take the conversation in whatever direction he liked. "The science isn't anywhere near proving it, but the atom didn't care how long it took us to discover it, right?"

Peter nodded, almost absent-minded, his eyes still trained on his mug of cocoa. He was quiet for so long that Tony was scrambling to think of anything to say to not lose that tiny thread of connection– a joke, a string of science talk to get Peter excited, an admission of all the choices he thought the best version of himself would've made instead– but Peter still beat him to the punch.

"Mom and… our parents can't know this," he said abruptly, tipping his head slightly towards Tony even though he still didn't cut his eyes Tony's way. "They'd just think I'm crazy, probably. But it's real. The multiverse, I mean."

A chill crept into Tony's blood as he stared, Peter's words and their implications slowly sinking in.

Because there were two possibilities here, and they were both bad.

First, Peter was crazy; he'd cracked under the weight of everything he'd been through and they had an entirely different kind of recovery ahead of them than they'd thought.

Or second–

It never had made sense how Peter just disappeared out of his room.

"Yeah?" Tony prompted, and it was harder than he expected to keep the tremble out of his voice.

Peter hummed an affirmative, blinking slowly like there was something hypnotic to the warm brown of the cocoa in his mug, and he lifted his shoulder in a little shrug before he said, "It was you. Or, not you. Another version of you, I guess. He was older. And his eyes were blue?"

It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense. Cold all the way to his bones, Tony said, "Pete, what?"

Peter finally glanced at him then. Just quickly, there and gone, checking Tony's expression.

The cocoa in his mug started to ripple when he said, soft, "The man who took me."

The man who took him. The man who'd taken him away for months, for over a year until even their mother had started to give up hope, who'd left them to be tortured with questions of where and why and what, who'd put that haunted look in Peter's eyes and made it so that he couldn't stand to be touched except through layers of bundled blankets or heavy sweaters, the man who'd– who'd–

Peter's hands were still trembling around his mug, but he was the one to fill the silence again when Tony could only stare, horror-struck and unprocessing.

"He was… he was his Peter's dad. Um, the Peter in his world was his kid, I mean. They weren't brothers." Peter breathed a shaky sigh, like the words themselves were heavy. "But that Peter died, and so D– so that Tony… He wanted a replacement. So he took me."

"Pete," Tony said unsteadily, because he just– he needed a minute, he needed– he needed this to stop, he needed Peter to say he was joking, he needed things to make sense–

But Peter was suddenly in tears then, sniffling, his voice wavering wetly as the words kept coming: "He was like… a dictator, I guess? He took over the world. Or the country, I don't know, all the newspapers were about how great he was so it's not like… B-but he could do whatever he wanted. He'd just, like– execute people? You know?"

It was ridiculous. Science fiction. The type of thing someone came up with to distance themselves from the all-too-real horror of being chained to a radiator a few miles from home by an average, everyday creep.

But–

"It was really scary," Peter said, hunched over his mug to steady it in his shaking hands. "I was scared all the time. He never, he never hit me– I wasn't lying about that–"

He'd tried to lie about the rest of it, about what had been done to him, but the way he'd crumbled into tears just at their mother's horrified, faltering implication of a question had given him away.

But watching him shake, watching the words pour out of him now like poison that he needed to purge– Tony was absolutely, sickeningly certain that he wasn't lying.

"–but it was still s-so… I never knew what he was going to do? To me or someone else or…" Peter lifted one hand to wipe at his eyes, and his voice broke when he kept going. "He made me call him 'Dad.'"

That was the thing that made his steady trickle of tears tip over into a hitching sob, and Tony didn't want to think about why. He didn't want to think about any of this– he didn't want to know about any of this; he didn't know what he was going to do with the rising tides of guilt and horror and regret flooding his heart and lungs and throat, and he wasn't even the one who had a right to be upset here, he wasn't the one who'd had to live it–

Peter had one hand pressed to his mouth, covering the grimace of his quiet sobs while his mug tipped dangerously close to spilling.

"Your drink–" Tony said, helpless, useless, so fucking useless, hearing all of that and worrying about fucking chocolate stains on Peter's covers like that mattered, but what else could he say? What else could he possibly do or fix when it was his face that was making Peter break down and sob like this, when every second just had to be a reminder of–

Peter heard him, though, and he adjusted his grip, because even in the middle of crying his mangled little heart out he was still perfect and good and someone Tony shouldn't even be allowed near.

But maybe that was the thing he could fix.

"Kid–"

Tony's voice cracked, and he cleared his throat hard, pulling himself together. He wasn't going to let Peter feel– fucking guilty about this, and he wouldn't put that past him, even now.

He tried again:

"...Do you want me to leave?"

It was almost a relief to think about. Accepting that he didn't have a place in Peter's life and slinking away to where he couldn't hurt him; putting that corner of his heart to bed for good. He'd thought so much while Peter was gone about whether Peter would've been better off never getting involved with him, and there would be some closure in knowing it for sure.

But instead of sending him away, Peter groaned, "I don't know," wrung out and scrubbing one sleeve across his damp eyes. "No. I don't know. I'm just… I know you didn't… b-but I… do you believe me?"

It felt like confessing to a crime somehow, accepting that he believed some other version of himself out there could be that kind of monster.

But Tony wasn't going to lie.

"Yeah, kid. I… fuck."

He cleared his throat again, chasing away the tightness that wanted to gather there, and if he couldn't help the prickling in his eyes– well, Peter wasn't looking at him anyway.

"M'sorry. For everything. I'm– yeah." He shook his head, and Peter deserved more from him– so, so much more from him– but he had to move on then, because if he gave Peter the apology he deserved and let all of it spill out he really would just break down right there and fuck up everything worse than it already was. "This– this– fucker– how did you– can he follow you? I've gotta– I won't let it happen again. Pete, I won't let it happen again."

It was a stupid thing to promise, probably. The whole idea still sounded like fiction, and Tony didn't even know where to start with– finding some way to anchor Peter to home, making some kind of multiversal warning system, cutting their whole fucking universe off from whatever else was out there if that's what it took, but–

If another version of himself had figured out how to tamper with the multiverse, then so could he. And this was something he could fix.

Peter stared at him, then. Not a sideways glance, but an outright, unprocessing stare like it was beyond belief that– what, that Tony would believe him? Want to help him? Care about keeping him safe?

Care about him at all?

Tony clenched his jaw, fingernails biting into the meat of his palms with the effort of pushing down every other thought and feeling and impulse, and he said, "I won't let anyone hurt you."

Peter's gaze went distant, almost like he hadn't heard Tony at all. He blinked slowly, and then his eyes meandered away from Tony and back down to his lap. He finally took a long sip of his cocoa, and then shrugged.

"He can't follow me," Peter said finally, slowly. Dreamlike, almost, like he had to hunt around for the words and was surprised to find them. "He's… gone. So it's okay."

It was a relief to hear that the guy was "gone." It was another moment of horror to imagine what that meant for Peter; what he'd had to see and go through and what else was lurking in his memories for him to dole out in soft, uncertain, devastating words.

And it hurt to have him brush away Tony's promises. Without even an instant of taking comfort in them, without even a second of his old starry-eyed gratitude, and Tony didn't need that from him but– to see it so clearly, how his words didn't hold any weight at all anymore after what Peter had been through– and why would they, why would they when it was Tony who was saying them–

Tony didn't know if he was trying to reassure Peter or punish himself, if he was fishing for forgiveness or reprobation, but the words finally clawed their way out of his chest in a wave of sincerity and self-hatred that he couldn't stop:

"I won't hurt you," he said, desperate, and it was what he'd wanted to say all along. "We're– all of that is done, okay? I would never hurt you. Never."

And Peter–

Smiled.

Not a sweet smile. Not a shy smile or a relieved smile or anything at all like an expression Tony would ever expect to see on Peter's face. It was a tiny, bitter twist of his lips as he stared down into his mug, his gaze so faraway that he may as well have still been in another universe, and Tony's heart dropped before he even spoke.

"I know," Peter said, simple.

And with the same terrible certainty that Tony had known that Peter's story was true– this time, he knew that Peter was lying.

[lcs-library]

Hihi lc! Love this blog's new look! One order of caramel chai and pumpkin bread for Omi Fushimi. Take all the time you need. Happy writing!

Hihi Noori!!! Thanks sm wahwah<333 I love writing for Omi, I think he's the most requested character here atp sldfkjsl but like. I don't blame anybody who requests him bc well. (has a tendency to project what I want in a man onto him) ANYWAY. Please enjoy!!

Request rules | Cafe menu | Autumn menu

Caramel Chai: How do they get warm with their s/o? A hot drink? A blanket? Maybe something wild?

📷Look at me in the eyes and tell me this guy doesn’t make the BEST hot chocolate known to man. 

📷Like you’ll be coming back home from a long day, exhausted and sluggish, and Omi’s already there to greet you with two steaming cups of hot chocolate, with whipped cream and marshmallows and everything.

📷You step through the door to your shared apartment, your body heavy, your fingers numb, your brain mashed to a pulp, only to perk up when smell something sweet wafting through the space. It’s then that Omi turns to you, a warm smile on his face.

📷“Oh, you’re home. I figured your walk home would be chilly today, so I made you some cocoa. Do you wanna have it with me?”

📷Wait, where did your heart go? And why is there a puddle on the floor????

📷Anyway, you quickly tackle him in a grateful embrace, nearly toppling him over as he chuckles lightly. 

📷“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Should we take this to the couch? We can get under the blanket and watch a movie or something. Does that sound good?”

📷You nod enthusiastically, ready for your well-deserved break. He chuckles, scooping you up to take you to the couch.

📷Needless to say, that hot chocolate was some of the best you’ve ever had, and it might’ve had something to do with the man who made it. 

📷(Also you may or may not fall asleep on the couch in his arms. And he may or may not hold you close the whole time. Maybe 👀)

Pumpkin Bread: They’re trying to learn how to knit something cozy! What is it? How does it go? 

📷Noori. I see you. This is on purpose. 

📷Omi’s very nimble, and def manages to come up with something cozy for you easily!

📷That said, he’s seen you wear a lot of warm clothes now that the weather’s been changing, but you never seem to wear scarves. He’s worried about your neck getting cold! That’s the most important part of your body to keep warm! 

📷So he gets to work on making you a scarf! 

📷He’s still a bit new to knitting, but he manages to pick out some yarn in a color you like and get to work. It’s a little bit janky in some places, but with a lot of determination(and some help from Yuki), it turns out to be pretty high-quality!

📷And, of course, he manages to surprise you with it hehe<3

📷“Hey, I made you something. Mind closing your eyes for me? Good job. And… open. Do you like it?”

📷Bro.🥺 He loves you sm. 

[addisonstars]

what did i do to deserve you?

written for day 12 of november for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt "marshmallow"

321 words

“Remus?” Sirius yelled from the kitchen where he was currently mixing up some hot chocolate. “Do we have any marshmallows? I can’t seem to find any?” He had already opened up all the cabinets and checked the pantry where they normally live. 

Remus walked out of the bedroom, remembering that Sirius had used the last of them when they last made hot cocoa. “No, I don't think so, love.”

Sirius huffed, a little more than disappointed at the fact that his marshmallows were unavailable to be put in his drink. Remus kissed him on the head, ruffling his head before double-triple- checking the cabinets and rummaging around in the pantry for some. 

“Do you want me to run to the store real quick to get you some? I don’t mind.” Remus suggested when ten minutes later he came to the same conclusion that Sirius had: there were no marshmallows in the house. 

“No, it’s ok, there's really no need.” He sipped his plain hot chocolate. 

“But you want them, that’s an important need for me.” Sirius opened his mouth, trying to reason again with Remus that this was fine, he did not need to interrupt his day for an unnecessary run to the nearest store to buy marshmallows for Sirius. “Nope, no excuses. Give me twenty minutes and I'll be back.” 

Remus kissed Sirius again, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door to buy marshmallows. 

~*~*

True to his word, Remus arrived back at the house with marshmallows. He also picked up some whipped cream, holiday colored sprinkles, peppermint sticks, and some more hot cocoa mixes for Sirius and him. 

“Merlin, what did I ever do to deserve you Moony?” 

“I ask myself the same question Siri.” He must have been the kindest person on earth in his past life or something to deserve Sirius. “But what you can do to deserve me is make me a cup of hot cocoa.” 

domestic fluff>>>

-a.s.

[somnianyx]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — bachira meguru x gn!reader

| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: bachira's last words engrave itself into your mind.

| 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: character death, established relationship, mention of food once, arguments, using Japanese honorifics (chan) bc I can't imagine bachira not doing that, not proofread

| 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: lana wants to know his last words.

Do you wanna know what Bachira's last words to you are?

Years of memories, years of love with disagreements here and there but all was resolved before going to bed. Cuddles and apologies exchanged to make up for the heated argument and mean comments that you both never meant.

Not this time. After all, how were you supposed to make up with a dead person?

It was just another silly argument. You never meant for it to escalate this far. You can't even remember what's it about because of how dumb it was.

"I hate you (Y/N)-chan! You're the worst! I wish I had taken that opportunity instead of being stuck in Japan with you!" Meguru fumed, grabbing his keys and jacket.

"Oh yeah?! I didn't tell you to reject them, did I?! Not my fault you were dumb!" You managed to let out before Meguru stormed off, slamming the front door of your apartment.

If you knew that'll be the last time you saw him, would you still be able to utter those words? Or would you chase after him, apologising for whatever you were arguing about and begged him to stay?

Everything feels so unreal. It feels just like yesterday that he was sitting at your table, waiting patiently for you with a cup of your favourite beverage and a hot cocoa for him, greeting you home like you're married and he's your cute househusband.

*"(Y/N)-chan! Welcome home!" He chirps, giving you a peck before taking your work bag from you and placing it on the nearest tabletop.

You pulled him in a hug, inhaling his scent like you hadn't seen each other in weeks. "I missed you, Meguru. How was practice?"*

And that's how you've always had your daily routine. Talking about each other's day while eating dinner together was how you spent your afternoon. How you thought it will always be for years to come.

Now here you are, putting a bouquet of his favourite flower in front of this stupid stone with his name etched on it. No way to amend for the words you said nor the glares you've given, living with the fact that he died on his way home with your favourite food and flowers to apologize even if it wasn't his fault.

"I hate you (Y/N)-chan! You're the worst! I wish I had taken that opportunity instead of being stuck in Japan with you!"

Does he really think so? You wonder if after all these times, he regretted not chasing his dream because of you. Were you some sort of iron weight chaining him down from his full potential to becoming the best dribbler in the world? Should you have let him go instead of being selfish?

You don't know.

That's what made it scarier.

You have the rest of your life to think about it because his words are stuck in your head, a constant reminder that it's your fault he didn't pursue his dreams, that it's because of a silly argument you started that he died.

He deserves so much more... yet you were ungrateful, taking your lover's presence for granted when many others would kill to be in your shoes.

Bachira Meguru was so sweet that it seems to be only right he leaves you haunted by his last words.

[lostfracturess]

CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP NICI YOU ATE AND DID IT AGAIN, THE NEW CHAPTER IS SO FUCKING GOOD AND DELICIOUS AND IT HURTS ME IN A GOOD WAY AND IN A BAD WAY IT WAS KINDA A ROLLERCOASTER FOR ME 😭😭😭😭😭 trying to calm down and collect my thoughts PHEW really sorry for all of my upcoming incoherent messss, firstly, wanna thank you for this amazing chapter, you're just doing THIS again again, constantly improving your skills, i don't know, you're such an amazing writer i am on my knees 😭😭😭 thank you again so muchhhhhh for your hard work, believer all the work and effort you put in all your stories are showing!!! truly fantastic 😭😭😭 secondly, well i don't know even what to say, i just think this chapter made me in love with your gojo even more (didn't think it might be possible but here we are...) he's so so soft and thoughtful and considerate and caring in this and previous chapter it makes me BAWL MY EYES I LITERALLY LOVE HIM AND HIS LOVE SOO MUCH 😭 it AMUSES me also that he's willing to do everything for a s&c reader and he loves her in all possible love languages and it seems there aren't enough ways of him to express his love. no, one lifetime isn't enough for him 😔 i don't know this folder in the library made me fucking cry, that is SOOOOOO i don't know even why i was so moved, he's putting all the effort into loving her 😭😭😭😭 and also the way he both fell first and harder???? we love this man being so pathetically in love- i absolutely adore him. secondly, s&c reader girl. well, i really don't have much to say, just because THE SITUATION IS SO COMPLICATED AND DIFFICULT I WANNA KMS. but i absolutely ADORE how you depicted all of this controversy going on inside her head, her confused feelings and thoughts, she feels so alive and relatable to some extent, just because you describe us life! and there aren't purely black and white in our lifes, that's way it's so tempting for me. our poor reader girlie deserves a hot cocoa cup and reading some kafka book beneath the blanket (with gojo obv) and just RELAX! she's si strong but i am really afraid, because she can break at any moment 🥺 i really do hope one day she opens up as well to satoru and share even a tiny bit of her fears to satoru, it would be much easier, though of course she wouldn't want to do it, just because to take care of him and it kills me 🥲 i understand her anger and frustration, and that sudden (actually not so sudden, all her pent up emotions just BURST OUT!!!!) snap at satoru, she was just mad at him, at herself, at fact she doesn't have a proper student life, and that research, her lack of sleep and migraines, all of this caught up to her and that's completely understandable, everyone has such moments :( then again she should RELAX. thirdly, i am in love with their relationships and interactions. each chapter describe them from a different side, ane i am so thankful that we can see various sides of their relationship, just like in life. i love them so much. once again. they own my heart. fourthly, the car smut that was so fucking scrumptious tears rolled down my thigh © you really ate this one nici, as always 😭 i am a huge sucker for car sex scenes idk even why 🥲🥲🥲🥲 and fifthly, I Am Afraid for that family dinner 😩 will his mother be alive after that? will EVERYONE??? there's so much room for angst i am waitinggggf (and soft moments as well obviously but who am i fooling...) and alsoooo ALL THEIR CONFESSIONS IN THIS CHAPTER I FUCKING CRIED AND ESPECIALLY YOUR DESCRIPTION OF THEM AS OPPOSITES BUT THEY CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT EACH OTHER??? shattered my heart <3 ALSO thank you again for bringing up and discussing such important themes as addiction and abuse (i think we'll get more of this in the next chapter...) ig that's all for my overall thoughts about the chapter, now it's time for my thoughts during the chapter 😭 again THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR HARD WORK!

"At the sound of your voice, Satoru's head whipped around. His anger seemed to dissipate as his gaze landed on you, a slow smile forming on his lips" OH MY FUCKING GOD HE'S SO WHIPPED I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

he cares so much for s&c reader, awwwwww 🥹🥹🥹 and she cares for him as well to this extent, i am so weeakkkk

i feel very bad for suguru when he's watching satoru and s&c reader gotta admit 😞😞 now when we know his thoughts :(

"He straightened up, snatching the drug test from the table and grabbing his jacket. "I'll be back in a few hours," he called over his shoulder with a quick wave as he headed for the door. "Try not to miss me too much." SHE REALLY SENT HIM AWAY I CAN'T 😭😭😭 WHAT A WOMAN

"You didn't know why this time felt different, why you couldn't turn a blind eye as you had before. Maybe it was the project, or maybe it was the unfamiliar vulnerability that had burrowed under your skin since that day back home" our poor baby is just so shocked and distressed after seeing satoru back then, when he nearly died in her arms, her feelings are totally understandable 😭😭

"You could see the shame burning in his eyes, the self-loathing that ate away at him" STOP THIS I AM BEGGING SUGURU JUST DON'T WHYYY AND IT'S ONLY THE BEGGING OF THE CHAPTER I AM SCARED

"I can tell," you said, a faint smile touching your lips. "By the look on your face, the way you look at me sometimes. You don't have to apologize for your feelings, Suguru. You can't control them." You paused, your heart heavy. "I know that all too well." she's so right, i hope these words will help suguru heal a little bit, as i said previously, that's very respectful and considerate of him! he's obviously not the type of a person to pressure anyone especially s&c reader to anything

s&c reader and her friends' interactions, love them all so much (especially maki)!

"You looked up to find Satoru standing there. His hands were tucked casually in the pockets of his perfectly tailored dress pants. Crisp white shirt, navy tie. His expression was unreadable — as always." he's sometimes kinda creepy 😭 still adore him.

"Maki rolled her eyes. "We'll head out," she announced, gathering her things with a pointed look in Satoru's direction. The scrape of her chair against the worn wooden floor was jarringly loud in the hushed library" WHAT IS HE DOING, HE JUST MADE THEM ALL UNCOMFORTABLE AND GO OUT OF THE ROOM 😭 i can't with him

"Inside, neatly organized notes and summaries of the lectures you'd missed stared back at you, each page filled with carefully highlighted passages and detailed diagrams. Brightly colored sticky notes peeked out from between the pages, explanations and key points meticulously written in Satoru's messy handwriting" WAIT WHAT HSHSHSHSSHSH HE JUST WHAT WHAT HE DID HE WROTE ALL THE LECTURES SHE MISSED????? OR WHAT JUST ASKED FOR THEM??? idk it made me tear up, that's sooo i am sorry i don't even have words, i would basically melt at this point 😭😭😭😭 i love him so much it's impossible, like the effort he put into all of this? speaks VOLUMES

"You flipped through the folder. It wasn't just notes. He'd even gone through the old exams, the ones you'd failed due to, well, everything that had been going on in your life lately — him mostly to be fair" you know what? i am in love with the way he loves s&c reader. that's so nice, kind and considerate of him, everyone needs such a person in their lives 🥹 he's so cute i almost forgot all his drug and commitment issues-

"You grabbed your half-empty, now lukewarm coffee cup, and before you could even think, the contents splashed across his smug face." QUEEN SLAYED! SHE SAID ENOUGH OF GOJO'S MAKING A FOOL OUT OF US! IT'S BEEN ENOUGH! the lesson should be learnt.

"Ouch," he said, that infuriating smirk returning to his lips. "Is this how you plan to treat me in our marriage? Because I have to say, it's turning me on." gojo, everything she does turns you on, who are you trying to fool 🙄

the way they are both SO stubborn and it's always a battle of minds and wills with each other between them ❤️ absolutely love this dynamic

"No, I mean—" You reached out, cupping his cheek. His skin was rough with stubble. "You don't have to do this, Satoru. I'll accept you as you are. Addict and all. I don't care." i feel my heart's just been ripped out and thrown to the floor 😀😀

"Somehow, you felt that your unconditional love for Satoru and your desperate need to see him whole again was tearing you apart as surely as his addiction was tearing him apart" so nicely worded 😩 she loves him and seeing that his addiction destroys him tears her apart as well 😞 and there's nothing she could actually do to make him feel better, i don't know honestly how to describe these feelings, it's so complicated :( but accepting addiction is difficult anyways, the consequences would pain you every time. it feels like a doomed circle: she wants him to be whole, but he isn't whole without drugs and the cycle repeats again and again

"Listen to me, Satoru," you paused, waiting until his eyes locked with yours, until you were sure you had his full attention. The intensity of his gaze almost made you falter, but you pressed on. "You think you're the disease, but I think you're the cure. And I'll keep saying it, over and over again, until you start to see it too." the truth is (for me personally) he's both to her, not that i find it this bad (after all we will have a happy ending....will we, nici?..) and this is such a beautiful and all consuming form of self destruction 😩😩😩 they're both so madly in love with each other it's INSANE. i live for it

"No." He reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, his palm warm and rough against your skin. "I'm in love." no you're stupid and in love

"God, you were so afraid and terrified of failing him, of not being strong enough to stand by him through this. Shouldn't you be stronger? Shouldn't you be able to handle this without falling apart?" nooo baby you're doing just fine 😭 sometimes even you're way too strong and you shouldn't bear all of the burden on your own (this is applicable for everyone) but AGAIN both her and satoru are so stubborn it makes me angry STOP DOING THAT, PLEASE TALK TO EACH OTHER AND SHARE YOUR BURDEN, DON'T BOTTLE UP YOUR EMOTIONS, they're gonna be the death of me, i swear 😭 you know i think she's too strong so she forgot how to be weak, but it's okay to admit your weaknesses, understand that you're not able to do something, just let go of it 😞 i hope she will understand that as well :( our strong girl

"You looked down, your heart sinking as you saw his picture on the home screen. It wasn't an obvious photo, but a candid shot you'd secretly taken of him" killing myself bye everyone 🤗💋

"Didn't want to admit that parents could be so cruel" WHEN WILL THIS STOP. I AM HURT. there's no way abuse could be even slightly justified towards anyone let alone CHILDREN. i am soooo angry rn

"Yuta, however, remained unconvinced. "Are we seriously considering this? Going to the party of the guy who assaulted our friend?" totally with yuta on this, that wouldn't be the smartest idea...

"You would deal with the consequences later, would find a way to make it up to Satoru somehow. For now, you needed this — needed to feel in control." i understand her feeling but that's too dangerous and i am scared of her 😭 maybe dr. handsome should come along as well, though ANOTHER violent beating either naoya or satoru's bank account won't survive

"And you meant it, with every goddamn fiber of your being. But seeing him like this, seeing the evidence of his struggle written in blood on his skin, it was hard not to feel a twinge of doubt — to feel that perhaps your efforts were not enough" this hurts me so fucking much, on one side is their wellbeing, and on the other... THEIR WELLBEING AS WELL 😭 she wants him to be clean, but the price is too high and consequences as well as the process are dreadful

"Because you think you're that awful?" he does and it kills me. it kills me that he doesn't see barely anything good in him, i am crying AGAIN and the way it probably angers him that he influences her (in a bad way as he thinks ofc) and he's so upset even now...😞😞😞

"Satoru chased after you. He managed to block your shot just in time, his hand slamming against the ball. "Steroids might not be enough. We could use tocilizumab or other anti-IL-6 agents, like in CAR-T therapies for blood cancers." i am sorry that's so hot of him to be this smart.

"Yeah, we need a clear intervention plan, something like a safety switch to destroy CAR-T cells if toxicity becomes unmanageable," you added, our voice breathless. i am sorry that's so hot of her to be this smart.

"Satoru looked up at you, his eyes dark. "So stubborn, yet so weak," he said, his fingers brushing lightly over your inner thigh. "Your body always betrays you, love. It can't resist me." LITERALLY THIS BASTARD SO HOT

"Naoya? Are you fucking kidding me?" Satoru's eyes narrowed. "You wanna go to a party thrown by the same fucker who tried to drug you? Have you lost your goddamn mind?" i understand s&c reader as well, but more with satoru on this, that's way too dangerous and he will be so worried and frustrated 🥺🥺🥺

"Some rational part of your brain screamed at you to stop, but it was drowned out by the roar of your emotions. You were tired, so goddamn tired of him wanting to protect you while he was literally falling apart at the seams" NO ANOTHER MISCOMMUNICATION I AM JUMPING OFF THE CLIFF, WHEN WILL THIS END

"And now what?" you exploded, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them. "Should I just lock myself away? Never go out, never have any fucking fun, never live a normal goddamn life? I barely sleep, you know that? I'm constantly doing research, going to classes, studying for exams. I don't get to have the typical university experience, the friendships, the stupid parties. And now, the one time I want to feel like a normal fucking student being for once, you want to take that away from me too? Like you haven't already taken everything else?" she deserves all of it but not with that price 😞😞😞😞

I CAN'T DO ITTTTT SHE'S JUST SO ANGRY AND FRUSTRATED NOT EVEN WITH SATORU, IT'S ALL JUST COME INTO PLACE, EVERYTHING FELL ON HER 😭😭😭

"It's tearing me apart, being without you," he confessed. His brows knitted together, pain etched into every line of his face. "No matter how much time passes, no matter how hard I try to stay away, to move on, my heart will always belong to you. It beats for you, only for you. I'm so fucking lost without you, so empty, so incomplete—" i really am shattered and teary eyed at these words. left speechless.

"You were water in his hands, fluid and formless, sometimes losing your own shape in the tidal wave that was Satoru's love. You were rain in his storm, mist in his morning, ice in his winter. But it didn't matter. 

For you would gladly be formless in his hands if it meant being close to him. For he was the moon to your tides, the wind to your waves, the earth that carved your path. He brought motion to your stillness, depth to your shallows." THIS IS SO PERFECTLY WRITTEN I AM IN TEARS, JUST THEM COMPLEMENTING AND DESTROYING EACH OTHER SIMULTANEOUSLY, SO BEAUTIFUL AND DESTRUCTIVE AND DREADFUL IN THIS LOVE AND POWER

"Just as you were about to let go, a shrill ringing filled the car, making you shutter for a second. Satoru's phone, connected to the car's Bluetooth system, lit up the dashboard with an incoming call." 😭😭😭 THAT WAS SOOO OUT OF MOMENT

"You wanted to die right then and there." i think everyone would do (except dr. handsome)

"Next weekend would be fine. I trust you can spare us a few hours out of your busy schedule of debauchery and disrespect?" DEBAUCHERY AND DISRESPECT 😭😭😭😭 he's just a silly goofy cutie patootie 🥺💝

"You think I'd let you go alone to your parents?" the party is cancelled me thinks, but another "wonderful" weekend for satoru and s&c reader! i really am afraid.

ahhhh thank you so so much for your incredible message !! 😭😭😭 your words mean the world to me <33

i've read it yesterday while my boyfriend was cooking and i was smiling like a idiot at your message ahaha. he asked me what i was smiling at and i was like, you wouldn't understand lol.

didn't think the chapter would be such a rollercoaster for you, bc apparently not much was happening haha, expect like 8k words of car smut help. and omg, you don't know how much it means to me that you're saying i improve with every chapter :''))

i'm really trying to make the story better and better and learn a lot while writing it and it really means so much to me that it shows kinda ?? ahhh i'm so happy rn. you make my whole day, believe me <33

and yes satoru was so soft in this chapter, it's truly heartbreaking to write him in so much pain but also reader but ahhh i'm so weak for this trope of both being like on the verge of collapse but still do everything possible to at least make the other feel loved and happy :''))

am i'm so sorryyy for making u cry !!! ahhh kinda happy that the story touches you on such a level, but still !!! take care girl <33

and i'm so happy that i kinda got the complicated feelings for reader right ?? like i was rewriting her inner monologue parts again and again and was always like, this doesn't make sense but then again, these feelings are so complicated and often define rationality so it kinda fits that they are all messy and over. ahhh just so so happy that you got that characterization right, with just her bursting out all that pend up frustration !! that was really what i was going for <33

can't wait to write that FAMILY DINNER ahahha. that's gonna be so much delicious angst for me to write *evil laughter* <33

STOP THIS I AM BEGGING SUGURU JUST DON'T WHYYY AND IT'S ONLY THE BEGGING OF THE CHAPTER I AM SCARED

and omg, suguru is so hurt even from s&c perspective now wait until we see that scene from his perspective *more evil laughter*

gojo, everything she does turns you on, who are you trying to fool 🙄

lol this made me laugh out loud ahahah

the way they are both SO stubborn and it's always a battle of minds and wills with each other between them ❤️ absolutely love this dynamic

yeesss !! i also love that dynamic so much <33

the truth is (for me personally) he's both to her, not that i find it this bad (after all we will have a happy ending....will we, nici?..) and this is such a beautiful and all consuming form of self destruction 😩😩😩

the "will we, nici?" 😭😭😭 yes of course !!! idk why u question that all the time ?? everything fine, right ??? *evil laughter returns* but yeah, really the self destruction is just ahhhh, i love it, i probably shouldn't but i can't help it :'))

maybe dr. handsome should come along as well, though ANOTHER violent beating either naoya or satoru's bank account won't survive

girl you make so funny comments i can't 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 but hmmmm maybeeee something is cooking !!

i really am shattered and teary eyed at these words. left speechless.

😭😭❤️❤️

THIS IS SO PERFECTLY WRITTEN I AM IN TEARS, JUST THEM COMPLEMENTING AND DESTROYING EACH OTHER SIMULTANEOUSLY, SO BEAUTIFUL AND DESTRUCTIVE AND DREADFUL IN THIS LOVE AND POWER

hahaha i'm SO GLAD u liked the water metaphor, i was so proud at myself for writing it lol.

thank you again for leaving me this lovely message and giving me insights of your reading experience, i'll forever cherish these messages and come back to them, really :'')) <33 hope you have a wonderful week and something good happens to you on the weekend, i'm manifesting that for you !! <33

[i-got-a-bad-feeling-about-this]

I would love to see some more Camp Counsellor Mark fluff next time you get the chance~. He seems really sweet the way you write him and I think he deserves lots of smooches~ 💚

You deserve it(Camp Mark x GN Reader)

Summary- You live the perfect life with Mark, something out of a fairytale. You can't help but wonder if you deserve it, Mark is there to reassure you that you deserve all of it.

TW's- little self deprecation, fluff, on the shorter side under 1k words

SOOOO I actually wrote this a month ago and thought I posted it, turns out I didn't to my horror. I am also so sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy it. I was in a mood when I wrote this so hopefully, it's fluffy enough for you all! Thanks, again and I'm actually starting a small business ( Keep an eye out, you all will like it)

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Nothing could beat this. You sat on your cozy ass couch next to a warm fireplace drinking some hot cocoa that your amazing boyfriend made for you. The view of the snowy forest made the moment perfect. 

When your nature-loving boyfriend had suggested moving out to a cabin in the woods you were iffy (we've all seen that horror movie), but looking back on it, you were happy you said yes. A part of you never thought you would have any of this, you thought maybe you would die alone, but you were okay with that. Though this was much better. 

You looked at the love of your life hugging your side and laughing at his favorite movie. You were so thankful for the off-season, camp was amazing, but seeing Mark so relaxed made your heart flip in your chest. He had lost his usual counselor uniform and hat. He was instead wearing some red plaid PJ pants and no shirt, his dark hair a mess, and his tan skin a little less tan because of the winter season. His dark eyes sparkled in joy, you had no idea why he loved Yogi Bear so much, but if it made him happy it made you happy. 

You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before cuddling closer to him, making sure the blanket covered you both. Mark turned his head with a soft smile, 

“What are you staring at Darlin?” he asked, you blushed being caught starring at him,

“The love of my life, the light of my life, the apple of my eye.” You answered pressing kisses all around his face. Mark let out a soft chuckle, before grabbing your face gently and placing a kind kiss on your lips. 

“ You are absolutely amazing, I do hope you know that Darlin.” He said, before starting to get up. You let out a groan before wrapping your arms around him, stopping his attempt to leave. 

“Wheeeeere are you going? Why must you leave me?” You joked, 

“ I am going to refill our coco and add wood to the fire. I promise I'll be right back.” He replied, Take your cup. With another groan, you let him go and rolled off the couch watching him walk to the kitchen laughing gently. 

You smiled before standing up and walking over to the window, it was snowing outside and while the cold was a bitch, it also is really pretty, 

You let out a sigh, this moment is perfect, but you can't help but feel like you don't deserve it. You never thought you would have this kind of dream life, and maybe you don't deserve it. A pang of guilt hit your chest, you weren't a perfect dream kind of person, you were

Just you. 

You felt a pair of arms wrap around you interrupting your thoughts. You looked over your shoulder to see Mark with his messy hair. 

“ Now, Now Darlin what's got that glum look on your face.” He asked, playing with the hem of your shirt. 

“I don't really know, it's kinda stupid.” 

“ If it's making you feel sad then it can't be dumb,” Mark stated pulling you close. 

“Well,” you sigh, “ Everything is amazing, I live in a beautiful cabin in a beautiful place with my amazing boyfriend and I have no worries. “ You paused 

“ Though I’m not sure I deserve this kind of fairytale romance. It looks like we popped right out of a storybook and well.” You looked away from the window, “ I'm not royalty.” 

Mark frowned. He turned you around and held your hands,

“ You may think that, but to me, you're above royalty. You are such an amazing person, “ he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “you deserve to have a fairytale romance.”

You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. He quickly pressed kisses all over your face, before leading you to the middle of the living room. He took the blanket off your shoulder, and before you could protest he threw it on the sofa and pulled you close. He yelled out 

“ Computer plays the dancing playlist.” and soft slow classical music started to play. 

He grabbed your hand and placed the other on your waist. He kissed you and started to lead you around the room. 

He spun you around the room and dipped you until it got dark. That day Mark had made you feel like royalty, and all your worries had been quickly kicked from your mind. The only thoughts you had were about dancing with Mark for the rest of your life. You had known Mark was your person and you loved him, but if you didn't know it already you would have learned that day. 

You both collapsed on the sofa, breathing heavily. Mark pulled you on top of him and cuddled you. You placed a kiss on his forehead and closed your eyes. This moment was perfect and you both deserved it. 

“ I love you so much, Darlin.” You smiled, 

“I love you too Mark.” 

You and Mark deserve each other, and he made sure you knew that.

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[donttouchmeillkillyou]

Heyz Richard deserves a break. *Gives a cup of hot cocoa and a heated blanket*

Harry: Those guys are really kind.

Richard: Yeah, they tormented me a bit for a while, but in the end, I think they are just curious.

I didn't expect the gates to be closed.

Harry: Oh, yeah, the Mayor closed them to keep Clayhill safe from turists.

Richard: What? Really? Do you know why?

Harry: No, I don't... Robin doesn't talk to me since.... He got to be the Mayor.

[imaushiji]

Hello dearest Ji!

I’d like a 💋 please! I’m wearing peppermint flavored chapstick!

💙💙💙💙

Merry Christmas Mint 🎄

You should've realized it was going to be a disaster when you had specifically asked dumb and dumber to help you. As you stand in the doorway with an unimpressed look on your face, Maki merely grins and waves a red ornament at you.

"Should I ask?" you ask doubtfully, placing the takeout you had just picked up on the coffee table as Matsun peers up at you through the garland. The garland that definitely did not belong on his head but on the half-completed Christmas tree beside him.

"Please don't," Iwaizumi scoffs from the fireplace. He's pinning stockings to the mantel. "I stopped asking years ago."

You merely shake your head and walk further into the house, making a beeline for the bedroom so you can drop off your things and change. Upon entering, Oikawa emerges from the bathroom and brightens up immediately.

"Hey babe," he says and bounds to you like an eager puppy, making your lips quirk up into a half-smile. You wrap your arms around his neck while he places his around your waist. "How was shopping?"

"Not too bad," you tell him. "But they were missing the hot cocoa you like-- I got something similar."

Oikawa's bottom lip juts out at that and it makes you chuckle.

"I would ask how decorating is going but..."

"We should probably help Iwa-chan supervise," Oikawa says but doesn't move.

You nuzzle your face against his neck and breathe in. "Yeah, we should really start moving..."

You sway together for a few seconds, basking in the quiet as you close your eyes and smile. You can almost feel yourself zoning out as Oikawa begins humming and skimming his fingers along your hairline when the most obnoxious crash startles you. There's shouting and laughter.

You can feel the setter's sigh. "Jesus, what did they do now?"

"If they made our tree fall over, I will drop-kick them."

"Make Iwa-chan do it. It's more entertaining that way."

You snort and pull away from your boyfriend, reaching down for his hand to tug him toward the entrance. But he stops you right when you're about the cross the threshold, the mischievous smile making you raise a brow.

"I did some decorating around our room," he says smugly and you look around.

"Um..."

Everything looks exactly the way you had left it when you headed out to the store. Oikawa huffs. "Look up."

You look at the ceiling, confused, and your boyfriend looks exasperated. "I thought you were the smart one in this relationship," he says and you pinch his side, making him squeal. He points directly above your head.

"You should've just said that, Tooru..."

And your scowl softens when you see the mistletoe above your head.

"Where's Iwa? I think he deserves a kiss--"

"Not funny," Oikawa grumbles as you snicker and cup his cheeks.

"I'm kidding, love," you say with a smile as Oikawa places his hands your hips. The kiss is brief, a soft touch of your lips but the light spark you feel every time you kiss him never fades. It electrifies you like a warm current coursing through your body and when you pull away, his cheeks and ears are pink.

"I hope you know we're going to kiss every time we leave the room."

You chuckle and lead him toward the living room once more. "'Tis the season, afterall."

[sword-wielding-bisexual]

Living is hard. It's hard work all on its own, and living in this exceptionally cruel and unfair world is even harder.

But I keep living for various reasons. Sometimes it's out of spite, because I refuse to be erased by the assholes who want people like me to disappear, because I want to shove it in their faces that they can't beat me. Sometimes I keep living because I can't bear the trauma that my death would inflict on the people who love me (and trust me, so many more people love you than you think or even know). Sometimes I keep living because I want to see the ocean again, or because I want to eat one more perfect slice of pizza, or I want to have one more cup of hot cocoa on a snowy day. Sometimes I keep living because there's so much I haven't learned yet, so much I haven't seen, so many places to go and experiences I still want to have. Sometimes I keep living because I know there will always be more dogs to pet. Sometimes I keep living because I know my cat needs me. Sometimes I keep living because despite it all, I do love being alive. I love seeing the leaves come out on the trees in spring, I love seeing the way the light turns the world gold when the sun sets, I love the feeling of laughing with friends or even laughing at something funny online.

There are a million reasons to stop living, but there are a million more to keep going. But this world needs you, it needs what you offer. You don't have to have a purpose, your mere existence is enough to change the world. Without you, it would have a hole that no one but you could fill. Purpose is so limiting anyway when there are so many small joys and moments of meaning to be enjoyed for themselves. You are enough as you are, and you deserve the life you've been given. Every time I've kept going when I thought I couldn't, I haven't regretted it. You will be able to say you're okay someday, I promise.

I'm very sorry to ask something like this, I've really been struggling with this question, and I wanted to ask the combined wisdom of the people on this site

I would like to know why you keep going, and what drives you to keep living. I know there are a lot of reasons to stay alive and enjoy life, I can think of a few that personally resonate with me, but I really want to know what your reasons are

You do not have to comment on this if that's too big of an ask, and I'm very sorry for asking something like this, I really need someone's help, I feel like I don't have much purpose

Also if I may ask, please don't post any suicidal ideation in the comments of this post, I really can't handle something like that right now

[mylightsatnight]

And they say Love will come.

And they are right. Love does come. But unexpectedly, un-assuredly, it doesn't rush, doesn't plan. It acts on it's own accord, with it's own priorities, just wanting to bring joy into the lives of these strange humans that have made this place home.

Love will come to her. Maybe her heart got a little dented while studying in Camrose. Her art degree has proved useful in refining her craft. But does she have a dependable job now? Does that matter as little to her as it always did to me? I'm sorry for the way I broke up with you all those years ago. I was young, dumb, and providing excuses won't make the healing any easier. But you learned to pick up the pieces like hair getting swept into the dustpan after your mother cut your hair in the kitchen. The hairdresser was closed that winter break, so she offered to do her best. You said some unkind things because she made your bangs shorter than you wanted them to be, and I should have texted you that night, to see if you were ok. But I didn't, I just asked if you had a haircut when we returned from break, you said yes, in quite a shy way, and then I looked directly into your...beautiful, (but I hate beautiful because it was never specific enough, so I will say more.) I looked into your deep brown eyes, no flecks of hazel, but like a perfectly assimilated cup of hot cocoa, like the warm earth that is one consistent shade around the forest spruce trees, needles all scattered around in cryptic, mythical combinations. Your eyes, which were always one shade, and I never saw any other. But they looked of comfort, of safety, of satisfaction and sunlight, despite their lack of yellow hue. I bet they shone with delight on August lake days, and they warmed the cafe's in the dead of the 40 below winter. Your eyes with no reflection, because you saw the world with a unique advantage. You are brave, strong, independent, and without even a hint of indoctrination of modern trends. You are such a star, happily orbiting your own ellipsis, unaffected by the centre star of your galaxy's pull. I hope Amelia is well, I hope your father didn't hate me too much after all I had done. I hope you know that I drove by your house on occasion, I never leered, never tried to spy through your window or anything. But I just pulled into the loop, and remembered that time we played piano, those times of backyard birthday parties, the bonfires, the harry potter marathon, the jokes, the laughs, and the number of times I couldn't feel my face because I smiled in your happy, happy home. I'm sitting in a cafe, as I always do, at 6pm on a Thursday night, and I saw a picture you posted on Instagram. You don't get nearly the attention you should, and you don't require half the attention that you deserve. You are an unbelievably special person, and it feels like an obese elephant crushing my chest, knowing that you won't read these words, and you might go through life not knowing how many people do have love from you from afar. I hope your horses lived long and healthy lives, despite my personal problems with the creatures. I hope your parents got to keep their house while so many others had to downsize. I hope you had drunken bohemian nights that made your idols of Bowie and Cleese so damn proud. My tears are welling in the corners of my eyes now, but I don't have time to concern myself whether you'd think me weak, brave, or all-together a mess. Some of my high school days I spent with you were the best I ever had, and though our time was short, both dandelions and dark-eyes juncos never stay as long as they should when the cold comes. So now my cold has come, my drink is no longer warm, and I just want you to know one last thing.

That time, I noticed that you got a haircut over the break, and I commented and said that it looked good. ... I saw this glimmer in your eye that I haven't seen in any other person since. Man or woman, child or adult, Lover or friend. Your soul is so bright, that I got to see a fraction of it escape through those...fire-warm brown eyes.

If nothing else in life matters...I'm glad I got to keep that with me.

Keep warm out there, C. Here's wishing you well.