#he was kinda cookin w this one

[simonsrosebud]

my aftg fox children headcannons (guys be nice to them okay)

Dan & Matt:

They have two boys, Jace and Abram Boyd, one year apart (Abram wasn’t planned hehe) by the time Dan is 32.

Dan/Matt aren’t religious, but they still assign godparents to their kids. Jace’s godparents are Wymack and Abby, Abram’s are Neil and Renee.

At first Neil said no. He didn’t think that responsibility was something he could handle until he eventually got a call from Renee. “I know why you’re calling me” “I figured you would. I warned Matt and Dan that you may not respond in the way they wish, they don’t take it personally,” she’d said. Neil knew it wasn’t personal, but he admitted he also didn’t see the point and couldn’t be cut out for that. “I think you may misunderstand their intentions, may I try to clear it up?” Renee explained that, really, it was only a title, a glorified uncle of sorts, since the boys weren’t getting baptized and they weren’t putting their godparents in their will’s like old tradition did. “It’s a way to showcase the love and trust they have in others; you, me, Coach Wymack and Abby”. “It is an excuse to spoil them rotten,” Andrew had added when he talked to Neil. Renee told Matt to wait a bit, not to push, and a week later when Neil was randomly on the phone w Matt he said “I’ll do it, by the way. The kid thing- The godfather thing.”

Naming Abram was a struggle. They wanted something meaningful since Jace’s middle name was David. It wasn’t until Dan asked Matt what Neil’s middle name was that they got cookin. Neil was in the off season when he was born, so he drove out (accompanied by Andrew) to Atlanta from Columbia and they asked Neil when he got there.

Their backup name was Joshua (aka Josten) in case Neil wasn’t comfortable with Abram. Luckily it only took a few minutes of blue-screening for Neil to shake it off and allow it. Abram was Neil’s one real name, the one thing he’d kept all those years, the thing that made him feel grounded and safe. But Neil was 27. He hadn’t needed the name since he first moved away from PSU at 23 and was alone again. The kid deserved something safe.

ANYWAY. Jace is a certified hetero and goes to University of Miami for college. He grew up playing exy and baseball but once he was a sophomore in high school he quit exy and stuck to baseball all through high school. He’s 5’10.

Abram plays midfielder for soccer and used to play backliner for exy. Abram goes to PSU and rooms with Elliot (Andriel’s adopted kid, just wait it’ll make sense i promise), joins a campus soccer team, then makes the PSU team his sophomore year as a walk on.

Abram is 6’1. Has massive game but doesn’t use it bc he’s kinda oblivious. Very silly and energetic and comes off flirty sometimes when he’s just being nice and goofy. He later attributes it to the fact that he didn’t know he was bisexual until senior year of high school.

Abram fucking fawns over Elliot 3 months into living together bc he realizes he’s kinda in love with him. Never lets it show bc he won’t ruin their friendship and plus they share a room tg. Def foams at the mouth when Elliot comes back sweaty and shirtless from runs. Once Elliot is eating a banana and out of nowhere says “You ever eat a banana and wonder how the fuck girls suck dicks?” in the dining hall and Abram chokes on his drink so bad it comes out of his nose. Horrified.

Neil & Andrew (ik hold on):

Blake (f) and Elliot (m) Nelson.

Andriel had no intention of ever having kids bc no.

However, when Andrew and Neil are 42/43 and living in South Carolina again, Andrew notices that there are footprints in Neil’s garden. Then he sees it again and sees that the footprints continue towards the shed in the backyard. He checks their cameras to see that it’s a young girl coming and going with Neil’s electric bike a few nights a week from 12am-4am. The third time he waits inside the shed and promptly scares the living shit out of her.

QUICK VERSION: Andrew catches Blake sneaking into their backyard shed and borrowing Neil’s electric bike at night a few times a week, lets her use Neil’s old raggedy bike that hasn’t seen the light of day in years, turns a blind eye when she returns it run over, gives her bus money instead, goes back and forth with her for like 1.5 months, points out the bruise & bandages she shows up with one night while he’s sitting outside at 12am (insomnia), doesn’t see her for 2 months, shows up at the 24 hour CVS she works at 3-4 nights a week and sees the bruises on her hand and throat through her turtleneck while she thought no one was looking, threatens to call the police post-shift at 4am and sits with her through a panic attack bc “He’ll- I’m only 15, they’ll make me quit my job and we can’t to afford- and they’ll split us up, and he- Elliot won’t- he can’t- oh my god” and then takes her to his house w consent, briefs Neil bc those kids need to get out of that house but they’re not staying here, Neil who somehow takes it all without a second thought and says “well not forever, but definitely for the night”, takes Blake and Neil (awk first meeting) to Blake’s house and gets Elliot out of the house while their dad is gone (Elliot has a black eye and bruises from rough fingers on his forearm and says dad left in a rampage when he saw u were gone, and i told you that job wasn’t fucking worth it).

Elliot doesn’t trust either of the men after what his sister protected him from and doesn’t know wtf is happening bc he thought Blake had been borrowing her friend’s bike. They stay in Andriel’s guest bedroom for the day, Abby is retired by now but only lives 45 minutes away. Neil takes charge of calling her despite Andrew thinking there’s more pressing matters like kidnapping 2 teenagers. “You didn’t kidnap us, idiot, we came with you” Blake says.

Long story short, the siblings end up staying with them longer than they thought due to lawyers and police and safety.

It becomes kind of a lost and found situation. What was once “while we get legalities figured out” became “until your father’s trial is over”, which stretched into “no way they’re getting sent to XYZ” and “until they can find someone competent enough to handle trainwreck’s, they’re stuck here” and “Dan won’t care if we bring them to Thanksgiving, right?” “Amalia’s been playing exy since she could walk, Kevin, Elliot started a year ago” “Elliot knows Santa isn’t real, right? That stops at, like, 12?” “I’m not teaching her to drive, I’ll get myself killed” “If your mouth gets you kicked out of school, don’t come crying to me” “Addie & Annie keep telling Blake to spend a weekend in Atlanta” “I’m not telling her not to date, she scares me” “Just because your mother wasn’t worse doesn’t mean she was good”

Until one day, two and a half years later, Blake hands Neil an application for adoption, who tilts it towards Andrew, who silently takes it and begins to fill it out.

Blake is 5’0, Elliot is 5’9. Blake is blonde and Elliot has light brown hair, and while they’re not ghostly pale, both of them burn in the sun in .2 seconds.

Elliot does cross country and was training for a 10k when they left their dad so Neil gladly continues that. He’s in awe when he finds out who Andrew and Neil really are, not because he knows their names but bc once he watches their old games it’s like watching gods to him. He’s a true golden retriever which isn’t helped by his ADHD, anxiety and mild dyslexia, which he doesn’t get medicated for until he’s 16.

When Elliot was 13 he almost drowned in a lake bc he was never taught how to swim. When their dad found out he took him back to the lake against his will and kept tossing him in the lake until he kept himself afloat enough to pull himself up onto the dock, nearly coughing up water. It was so traumatic to a young kid that Elliot had a problem with bodies of water after that. Instead of being fine just not going in, he avoids pools or lakes entirely. Beaches are give or take since he can sit far up on the sand.

Elliot watches exy with Neil and feels cool about it; latches onto King instantly and vice versa bc she’s an ESA and his anxiety is through the roof half the time.

Elliot gels very quickly with Jace and Abram when Andriel brings them to Thanksgiving at the Boyd’s house. Once he gets the boys’ numbers they add him and Blake to the groupchat they have with Kateaaron’s, Kevin’s, and Allison’s kids.

Later, when Elliot goes to college at PSU, he and Abram room together. They become even more attached at the hip (impossible) and Elliot becomes infatuated with Abram in a totally normal way that he eventually figures out by spring break is definitely bc he wants to fuck him. But Elliot is chaotic and too anxiety ridden to ever make a move so he bides his time being innocently flirty that comes off as being silly, and doesn’t complain when Abram wraps his arms around him or lets him sleep back to back in Abram’s bed after Elliot has a bad nightmare or can’t turn his brain off at night.

Eventually, sophomore year when they live in a house with 3 other guys, Elliot climbs into Abram’s bed face down after a night out, almost half on top of Abram. They’re literally both so drunk. “You’re in my bed,” Elliot slurs. “S’my bed, babe”. Elliot lifts himself up on his elbow over Abram’s (warm and shirtless) chest. “Who you callin babe?” Abram giggles lowly and Elliot leans down and kisses his cheek, “You can be my babe, babe” he boops Abram’s nose and giggles drunkenly, and his head is dipped low already when he lets his lips lightly press down on Abram’s chin, simply touching, before actually pressing a kiss there after a second. Abram’s hand comes up just as he presses that second kiss down, tangling into Elliot’s hair, and when Elliot pulls his head back up Abram’s grip tightens. Abram tilts his chin up and kisses just beside Elliot’s mouth, pulling him down fully and kissing him deep after the two pause against each other for less than a moment.

Aka, they hardcore make out. We’re talking ass grabbing, lib biting, neck sucking, Elliot straddling Abram, a bit of dry humping, Abram pressing him down into the mattress and moving down to-

Anyway, when they wake up Elliot runs to the bathroom connected to Abram’s room to throw up, and when he notices Abram come to the doorway he says “Dude, you sucked my dick” into the toilet bowl “you’re, like, really good at it, too” immediately wretches again. And it’s probs the hazy hangovers, but Abram says, “Yeah, been wanting to do that for a while” “Thank god, I’ve been dreaming about you doing that since last year… Hey, B?” Abram hums and Elliot doesn’t even lift his face from his arms over the toilet seat before asking “Wanna go out with me?” cue gagging, but luckily Abram splashes his face w water and leans down to just kiss the back of Elliot’s neck “oh that was hot” Elliot mumbles. “Yes, I’ll go out with you” “Thanks… Hey B?” another hum “Can you start the shower and also kill me while you’re at it?” “Whatever you want, babe”

Junior year Abram has to live at Fox Tower but Elliot and the other 3 guys stick together. Except Abram is closer with these guys so he ends up sleeping in Elliot’s bed like 4-5 nights a week. Elliot is an absolute THEIF of clothes too, like if Abram comes over he’s going home without a hoodie.

Elliot calls him B or Bram, most recently babe. Abram calls him baby, El, and sometimes sugar when they’re alone.

Blake is queer too which Neil gets really relieved by because how tf do u give a girl the talk. Turns out Andrew had already done it bluntly and against her will when she first went on a date at 16.

Blake doesn’t go to uni but gets her associates at a community college and Allison somehow gets her an internship with a PR agency, shocking considering her no-filter and sailors mouth.

Aaron & Katelyn:

They have identical twin girls: Annalise and Addison.

The twins are… not planned… they’re 26 and Aaron’s in his last semester of med school while Katelyn is nearing the end of her first year of residency (bc exy players 5th year). Thankfully Aaron had already been matched with the hospital Katelyn was at for his residency.

Aaron gets genuinely terrified when she tells him over the phone like 3 days before he was due to visit. He calls Andrew bc it’s too soon and this isn’t supposed to happen and he doesn’t know how to be a parent when the only one he had was a piece of shit and it’s the first time Andrew hears him audibly diss Tilda without adding “but she was my mom”. Andrew doesn’t say much, but he does say “You had a terrible childhood, yes?” “I mean, yeah” “Good. Don’t replicate it, and maybe yours won’t hate you.” and it’s enough.

All of this is thrown out the window when they find out they’re having twins. Aaron almost faints.

Annalise’s nickname is Annie and sometimes Anna by school friends. She has zero preference between the three options.

Addison rarely gets called her full name other than teachers, gets called Addie.

Andrew calls them both by their full names.

Katelyn has no middle name, so when her and Aaron get married she made Mackenzie her middle name and took Aaron’s surname.

Aaron calls his girls Ad/Addie-baby and Anna-bear.

Addie’s middle name is Mackenzie, Annie’s is Nichola…. you know why🥹

When Katelyn has to full name them she’ll typically yell “Annalise Nick!” and “Mackenzie!”

Aaron didn’t like the nickname Annie bc she’s a redhead and “orphan annie” felt weird bc he and Andrew are orphans. But Katelyn loved the name and it came naturally from others so he got over it.

Addie is bisexual aromantic. Annie is straight.

Addie goes to University of Georgia, and Annie goes to PSU for their really good speech pathology program (the twins are a year older than Jace/Blake and 2 years older than Abram/Elliot so Annie was the first kid to go to PSU).

The twins grew up in Chicago until they were 11, then moved to Atlanta, Georgia. Since they’re close to U Georgia, Addie tells her parents they’re only allowed to visit when she says so she’s not suffocated. Annie is more of a homebody so she not only loves that Dan is at PSU, but would let Kateaaron visit every weekend if they wanted (daddy’s girl).

Allison:

Maybe she gets married maybe she doesn’t, regardless I like to think she doesn’t for a while and ends up adopting a 3 year old named Sabrina.

Sabrina grows up to be a natural honey blonde just like Allison and coincidentally has her same smokey grey eyes.

Queen of nicknames: Sab, Bri, Brina, Briners, Reynolds.

Sabrina never puts a label on her sexuality and is pretty fluid with it, just doesn’t rlly give a fuck.

Grows up in Miami but they go to NYC every winter break and normally 1-2 times every summer. Grew up traveling with Allison but not enough that it affects her childhood.

Goes to NYU. Eventually helps Allison run, design, model for her fashion empire.

Has like a million followers on Instagram, has modeled for Victoria Secret, has been a brand ambassador for Moschino and goes to Paris fashion week w Allison every year once she’s 16.

Since the Foxes go on vacation every summer together, Sabrina grows up very close with the twin girls since they’re the same age. Brina and Addie *experimented* together when they were younger bc they didn’t wanna go to college not knowing anything. Since then, every time they see each other they end up hooking up. They’re very touchy feely with one another, but Brina is kinda like that anyway. Addie only tolerates her and Annie being like that.

They jokingly call their situation “best friends who bone”. Realistically, they’re in a (long distance lol) queerplatonic relationship that just includes sex. Annie secretly thinks Sabrina is aro as well but keeps it to herself bc it doesn’t matter to label it.

Kevin & Thea:

Amalia Day🫶🏼

Youngest of the kids, 3 years younger than Abram/Elliot. They weren’t necessarily concerned with the prospect of kids, so she isn’t born until Kevin is 32 and Thea is 36, not even a full year after she retires due to one too many knee injuries. She goes to Kevin one day after practice and kinda straight up says, “I want a child- No” she cuts him off “I’m 36, I want to be a mother, I want to be a mother with you, and I don’t want to be seventy when she goes off to college” but Kevin just says “She?” “Yes, I’m not bringing another spitting image of Kevin Day into this world”.

Clearly, they do have a girl. Despite Thea’s blunt and sometimes abrasive approach to some things, she takes to being a mother with all the gentle-ness that Kevin remembers of his own, and it’s enough to calm him about being a father (bc we all know Kevin was shitting his pants the whole time).

Amalia is tanner than Kayleigh was, but it’s unnerving how similar she looks to Kayleigh. It makes Wymack a complete pushover for her (though he always says no at first just to say he did).

Amalia grows up playing exy, of course, but also soccer and dance which pains Kevin and Thea reminds him to stfu. Thankfully for him, she’s really fucking good at Exy and gives up dance by the time she’s 8 and soccer by 11.

Plays for the US Teen Exy All Stars team (idk made it up). She plays offensive dealer. Her playing becomes Kevin’s dare I say obsession, but he becomes good (by force of Wymack, Thea, Andrew and surprisingly Jean) at being normal about it- not forcing exy down her throat and pressuring her. It’s good that she’s not a striker living up to Kevin’s legacy.

Amalia makes a Twitter when she’s 16 and it lasts about 3 weeks until Kevin finds out and makes her give him her password to monitor the account. Smart, giving the family’s status and her age, but she acts like it’s the end of the world.

If it wasn’t for Wymack, she would probably be an entitled brat. He keeps her humble along with the other kids.

Terrible fucking driver. Like holy shit.

Thea learned French over the years, so they raise her speaking English and French. As a teen she says she wishes she spoke German instead since Andrew, Aaron, Neil, Nicky, Erik, Annie, Addie, and Blake (eventually) all speak it.

She eventually goes to play for USC Trojans, plays pro, and goes to the Olympics as a 4th year senior in college.

Ages:

Sabrina Reynolds, the twins

Blake/Jace

Elliot/Abram

Amalia

All the kids are one year apart, with Amalia the youngest at 3 years younger than the boys and 5 years younger than Sabrina.

That’s all folks holy shit this was long. Maybe I’ll expand on it soon

[isackwhy]

Car sex w Isaac n he's just hitting like all the speed bumps, Totally doing it on purpose while reader is jst suffering on his lap 💀 It's alr if that's past boundaries or anything, If so, Then do a fluff one of him n reader jst being touchy (In a cute way) around everyone. Like readers in the kitchen doing smth n he just walks in and starts hugging her like she's Abt to die-

i’m gonna do the fluffy one simply bc idk how one would drive and have sex AHSHDH unless i misunderstood i’m sorry AJSHDBDBF

isaacwhy x reader! fluffy blurb

you had slept the night at the group chat house, a normal occurrence. you woke up before isaac and your stomach grumbled so you being the good girlfriend you are, decided to cook you, isaac and the guys up some food.

your making the eggs, they’re sizzling as the scent engulfs the house. you hear a bedroom door open and then hear larry shout. “who’s cookin’?” he rushes down the stairs, smiling when he sees you, “y/n….are you cooking?”

“yeah. i woke up early and figured like, might as well,” you shrug. larry helps you prepare some food. you’re both joking around when you hear isaac’s door open. your giant of a boyfriend turns the corner from the kitchen, the brightest smile upon his face. “aw. my two girlfriends cooking,” he laughs as you comes up behind you, his head in the crook of your neck, hands falling to your waist. larry scrunches his nose, “looks like we know which girlfriend he prefers.”

you both just giggle as isaac sways you back and forth. “you’re gonna make me burn the house down, baby,” you mutter, moving the eggs through the pan. his hands slyly slide up the sides of your shirt, squeezing at the skin. “you’ll be fineee,” he laughs, kissing under your ear. “guys. i’m still here,” larry announces himself, cooking up some toast.

you both turn to him, you’re blushing and isaac is just smirking smugly. once the eggs are done and you plant them in a plate, isaac hugs you tightly from behind, making you yelp and giggle as you lifts you slightly off the ground. the other guys start to emerge and walk into isaac bear hugging you.

“isaac! isaac!” you giggle as he pretends to bite your ear. the other guys are kinda used to this, chatting amongst themselves as they grab food. “thank you—y/n and larry,” tanner speaks with egg in his mouth. you barely hear him because now isaac is trying to suplex you into the bean bag.

[screampied]

ALRIGHT SO BOOM.

!olderbfgojo & sugar babyreader spend like more time together, going on little cute dates & getting to know eachother PERSONALLY outside of being sexual. & THIS resulting into both of them developing feelings for eachother, but either of them really show it because of their morals right!!?????

BUT then the wife suddenly pops back up in the picture & catching her beloved hubsand spending his money on his sugarbaby!! so she makes him (gojo) chooses because she WONT leave him because without him she’s nothing right.. but GOJO chooses the wife because he can’t believe that he’s fallen for his sugarbaby right *he told himself it was a relationship only and STRICTLY for sex* so he ends up choosing his wife right..

BUT couple weeks past and he ends up having to go on a trip so he’s flying first class, & then HE sees sugarbaby! reader AGAIN. & all those “feelings” he has been ignoring comes back. so he begs reader for one last talk & but the reader is taken aback and is like *not finna fall into his little scheme of trying to win her back because him is his wife are going through & he want sex* (WHAT THE READER THINKS) so the reader is like hell Nah like straight COLD turkey on his ass.

BUT gojo is like deadass serious like he pulls her into his seat and is like PLEADING them with like RAW emotions & feelings so the reader agrees on a “TALK” and during the talk………

NO KEEP GOING

wait this could rly tie in with the sugardaddy gojo au actually 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. this is true, eventually the more time they spend the more time they end up developing some ones of feelings for each other

PLSSS THE WIFE. i literally have that in one of my synopsis for future sd gojo fics 😓😓😓. wait this is messy, SHIT. coming back to seeing him spend money on a sugar baby omg ur kinda cookin. awww fallin for the sugar baby :((

imagine he chooses the wife but he’s still in love w the sugar baby (us)

COLD TURKEY HELPPPPP

omg this is getting angsty 🌚🌚 AND DHEING THE TALK WHAT ??? no way you just edged me

[cherry-cosmoz]

Chapter 3 : new surroundings

This might be my favorite chapter 💪

You wake up in somebodies arms. Without a second thought think hard. You rip her right arm clean off. You scramble to your bag she was holding grabbing your dad’s gun from it and releasing 3 rounds into her skull. Out of breath you hear someone “h-holy fuck she absolutely slaughtered c-clockwork.” the crazed brunette looks at his now massacred ally “Big man wasn’t kidding when she said she was bat shit crazy” the man in the white mask spoke up. There was a man in a yellow hoodie and black mask but he stayed silent. “Who the fuck are you. Stay away from me!” She says The man with the white mask puts out his cigarette “listen kid you listen to us we might not hurt you” Fuck that! She snaps the twitchy brunettes leg. The silent hooded man quickly shot you in the thigh. The brunette twitching and laughing “picked the wrong p-person out the three m-missy, I can’t feel p-pain” he laughs some more The hooded man walks up to you and throws you over his shoulder. The twitchy brunette stuffs his hand in your jacket grabbing your phone. “L-let’s see what w-we have here” He clicks the camera roll “Fuck.” She says thinking of the previous selfies “Holy s-shit balls masky look at this shit!” The masked man speaks up “no shut up kid I don’t want to see selfies” well shit its kinda weird now who am i kidding they just watched you slaughter their friend. “N-no it’s d-different look!” The man you now know is masky looks at the photo of mel holding up a severed head and a peace sign “Huh maybe that’s why he wants her?” Melanie finally speaks up “I know what you’re looking at but 1 who wants me? 2 where is my dad.” the girl now worried on where her body bags were. “l-looking at it he’s d-dead” okay smart ass obviously hes fucking dead. “Yeah I know that fucktard where’s my bags with him inside of it” Masky speaks up “don’t know the rake will probably eat him” Melanie talks again “what the fuck is a rake” The hooded man finally speaks up “shut up bitch all you do is talk wait till we are done walking or something” Whatever it looked like there was a rickety cabin ahead. The rude hooded man throws Melanie down on the porch “Alright what are your god damn names I’ve already been shot and kidnapped” Melanie spoke “y-you broke my a-arm” the brunette spoke “YOU CANT FEEL PAIN DICK CHEESE” Melanie screams at him. “M-my names Toby and t-thats hoodie and t-thats-" before the brunnete finishes she cuts him off. “Masky I know, now why do you want me here.” the hooded man which is now known to go by "hoodie" speaks up again. "listen kid, WE don't want you here, the operator does." your now confused who the fuck is that. " the oper what?" masky goes to say something but the twitchy brunette cuts him off. "you know those weird slenderman stories" your still confused until you remember. earlier this year two girls stabbed their friend in the woods for that same man. " is this the same slenderman from the stabbing?" you think on how you hear about the girl that got stabbed 19 times and crawled out to get help purely running off of adrenaline. toby speaks again "ben told me about that. but yes its t-the same guy, those girls dont know what its like." well shit i know im gonna find out. "take her to EJ." alright who the fuck are all these people. we have operator, ben, and now letters. toby quickly gets closer and picks you up like a feather, he smells like pine,blood,and urine. not the best combo all i can hope is that they have showers. your thoughts were interrupted by your phone shaking violently, toby looks at it to see an elf looking entity "ben why are you in her phone." so theres one name off the checklist. "chill out man operator told me to do so and you know how it gets lonely in here" he says in a unserious puppy voice. "give me my phone" you snatch it out of tobys hands, before he could object a boy around your age pops out of your screen. "whats cookin good lookin" you couldnt help but giggle a little, meanwhile toby looks like lazari just ripped his heart out and ate it. he doesnt know why but hes...jealous?

[thegeminisage]

playing zelda........in bed 😏 hey if i'm waking up at 6am anyway i might as well do SOMETHING fun

DO I HAVE TO BLOW UP THE PICTURE OF THIS KIDS DEAD DAD???

oh thank god that didnt work

ok, am i stupid? i've tried blwoing yp the portrait and using bind on thebportrait, i've tried wind on the portrait, i'm not sure what else they want me to do

okay i looked it up. given that we've never used bind to unscrew things before im ing bs on this solution. also, sad :(

zelda in bed 😏 is not working out. this position just isn't comfortable. i will give up and play zelda Out of bed.

oh i recognize this save from the trailers i think!

NOW HE'S DESTROYING HIS DEAD DAD'S SLATE?????

girl we can literally backtrack and find a sledgehammer!!!!!!! wtf is this...you're allowed to keep mementos of dead people and move forward at the same time?! just put them in a box or something!!!!!!!!!!!!

starting to wonder if they meant me to do hebra first after all...maybe some ice would help cool all this lava

pausing for breakfast at 52% battery...

breakfast get. back at it

OH ITS MY BOYFRIEND

HE IS TRYING TO BOMBCHU ME???

omg i got him...its bomb time

switch at 42% i hope i have enough battery to finish this dungeon

lowkey swordfighter bombs are kinda useless bc bombs take time to use...the more tedious but untimed bombfish is still the easier way :/

charging my switch with my battery pack but its hard to play it like that...i got it up to 38% at least. very stressful and a great motivator to think fast

tried to set up the screen with the charging wire in it and it fell and the kickstand snapped off. very scary moment until i could pop it back in

anyway its a good thing i already fought the fire wizzrobe outside where rhe arena is more forgiving. made this fight cake

the lava chasing you out of the big key room is such a fun touch

LOVED this flying air puzzle. i did do a detour for the pot fairy also like i just Knew

omg down the hole just like king dodongo...IS it king dodongo??

OMG NO WAIT I SAW THIS SPOILER VOLVAGIA IS BACK!!!!!!!

you know this font reminds me a lot of the wind waker font

OCARINA OF TIME SFX FOR VOLVAGIA???? YOOOOO

so weird to fight him w/o the megaton hammer...

GOT HIM!!! man that was awesome

SIX triangles. now we're cookin

oh fuck i forgot about this part i am literally being spoken to by the goddess din

CREATION STORY V 2.0???

they created hyrule to contain NULL???? where on the fucking timeline is this??

absolutely fucking bananas

awwwww big goron hugs :') please this is gonna make me well up

gonna knock out this one last option rift before i put it down...

oh 5 areas, this is a big one. i love these flying puzzles though

lol i had to look up where to get that last one geez. this game is HARD sometimes

OK! a quick trip to lueberry's and then i shut itnoff with 18% left lol. didn't wanna push my luck too far

[silverflqmes]

SQUARE ENIX STOP GIVING US CRUMBS WE NEED SEFIKURA!!!!!!!!! signing a petition to square rn as we speak

you’re such a good student i need to learn to be like you 😭. ive heard about planners i might try them out. yayyyy!! im so happy you completed them. thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻

ME TOO ME TOO. i freaked out when that happened from now on i just download fics onto my kindle! for convenience. YOURE SO TRUE FOR THAT, THEYRE LIKE MY LITTLE BEDTIME STORY BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP SNDNDND me reading ur sephiroth works before i go to sleep be like:

HAVE A LOT OF FUN THERE OMG AND OF COURSE!! THE BEST TASTES ARE ALWAYS ALL OVER THE PLACE TO ME. IT SO ISSSSSSS <333

YES WAY LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES YES WAY!! i wrote like one seph fic in the past and have this one staring at me in my docs… BUT THEY CAN NEVER BEAT THE BEST SEPHIROTH WRITER OUT THEREE!! OMG I HEARD ABOUT IT 😭😭 i will be trying to keep myself in check as well too

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REAL REAL REAL I BEG OF YOU SQUARE PLS GIVE THEM A HAPPY ENDING🛐🛐🛐 SEND THE PETITION OVER ANON!!

HELP IM RLLY NOT, NORMALLY I PROCRASTINATE SM ( im actually doing that as we speak im like spongebob when he wrote “the” all fancy for his essay ) but im so afraid of falling behind so i am attempting to be a good student🥹 the planner is very nice tho ngl its just so organized and pretty to look at?? you get this like inclination to work bc of the satisfaction of checking things off too😩

i do have some saved for emergencies! but i was like, in the middle of reading a sfkr fic and i.. i lost it😭😭 that’s so smart w the kindle tho. BUT YEAH ITS LIKE A BEDTIME STORY FR, friday night i was waiting for a fav fic of mine atm to update but bc of the change in time difference since i moved, it updates either very late at night or the next morning🥲 AHEKWJEKE IM HONORED???

it was very fun!! we kinda just went out to eat then hung out at one of our places and chilled till like, 3am ngl.. but i was cookin a little for my og wip🫡 the sfkr fic still.. needs work however..

did- did you say seph fic. anon i must read it if you are willing to share🛐 AND I SHALL PROVE YOU WRONG WHEN YOUR SEPH FIC ENDS MY CAREER‼️ but yes, keep yourself in check!! very very important<3

[an-ecu-harrypotter-au]

TPS Part 14: Bonbons, Bread And Blood

"Well son Jacklin's dad gave us some bezants ta get sovnears. What ya want?"

"Bezants?"

"French wizardin money. Can spend a couple hours lookin fer stuff ta buy."

Ah try ta think bout wha people buy in France. Jacklin's always talkin bout sweet stuff in France an tha's all Ah got in mah mind.

"They got a candy or chocolate store round here Pop?"

Pop laughs a lil an Ah wonder if tha's a good laugh.

"Ah knew ya'd say that son. Jacklin's dad awready tol me how ta get there. We's goin dere last so yer sweets don't melt."

"Tha's a real good idea Pop. Ah don't think candy'd be as good if it's all melted. Then it'd get all on mah hands an won't be able ta touch anythin else."

"Glad ya see sense, Toby. Now get yer winter clothes on an we'll get goin."

Ah get dressed an walk wit Pop ta the book store. Ah realize Ah ain't gonna know what any a the books they got'll mean. Ah'll still check 'em cause who knows. Jacklin did say they got stuff fer British people too cause they're real good alleys.

"Hey now son, Ah found a good book fer ya."

"Ooh wha'd ya find?"

Ah look at it an look real confused.

"Tales of the Beetle Bard?"

"Yeah it's a wizardin book wit stories kinda like the ones Ah read ta ya."

Ah look through the book an realize Pop's right as usual.

"Ah think it'll be a great book, Pop. What'd ya get fer yerself?"

"Was thinkin a gettin inta cookin an Ah saw this book bout how ta cook like a muggle. Sounds kinda funny so Ah'd give it a try."

Pop pays fer the two books an we leave the book store.

"Toby le's see if they got a clothes store. Yer startin ta grow agin. Can't have ya splittin yer pants when yer round Jacklin or any other young womenfolk."

"Why's that Pop?"

"Cause we both know ya don't always wear yer drawers an ya'd feel all ashamed if the womenfolk done seen yer parts."

Ah turn all red. Pop's real smart fer thinkin that far. Ah know Jacklin ain't gonna laugh but Ah still don't wanna have 'er seein me like that. She's mah friend but we ain't that close where we go ta the bathroom tagether.

"Pop Ah like that sweater dere."

He looks at the red sweater.

"Called a cardigan son. Most a these got buttons. Kinda rare ta see one a these wit a zipper instead. Le's try it on."

Ah go inta the changin room. Feels snug. But it's a good snug. It's pressin me in a way a good bear hug does. It's calmin mah brain kinda like Jacklin's Veela magic does. Ah jus gotta get this.

"Well do ya like it son?"

"Ah love it Pop! It ain't too much money is it?"

Pop looks at the price tag an looks at his money. That ain't ever a good thang.

"Well Toby ya gotta answer me this: Do ya wanna have this but not as much candy, or not get it an be able ta get somethin like a fancy cake?"

Ah gotta think bout what Pop's askin me. Ah think he's askin me what Ah want more an jus can't live without. If tha's what he's askin Ah still wanna get mah snug sweater. Jacklin says she always get somethin from the candy store like a cake an Ah know she ain't the type that'll jus keep it all fer herself.

"Ah dunno if Ah'm gonna be able ta find somethin as snug an comfy as this Pop. Fancy candy's a lot easier ta come by."

"Well awright then. Jus take off the sweater an we'll be fixin ta buy it. They gotta take the tag off so they knows ya ain't stealin it."

"Ok Pop. This'll be real easy ta take off cause it's got a zipper."

Ah go back inta the changin room ta put mah own clothes back on. Ah can awready tell there's a difference in not havin this sweater on mah body.

"Pop Ah'm ready ta go."

"Awright le's get this paid fer an we can go ta get yer candy."

Ah hand it ta Pop an watch 'em count out the fancy coins ta pay fer it.

"Merci. Please come again soon."

"Yeah thanks sir."

The cashier guy puts mah new sweater in a bag. Pop takes the bag an hands it ta me as we walk ta sweets store. Ah think that's the real word cause Ah know Jacklin says it ain't jus candy but other fancy sweet stuff like cakes an pie type things called pastries.

"Wow. Pop we shoulda brought Jacklin wit us cause she'd know wha all this is."

"Well that'd jus make it an adventure. This' a part a yer education Toby. Gotta learn how ta problem solve when yer in a different country."

"Ok."

Ah try ta look round the store's display cases. Ah seen the opera cake before cause Jacklin an Ah split one. Ah can't spell some a the thangs Jacklin tol me bout but Ah recognize how they look.

"Find anythang ya like son?"

"Ah know bout cauldron cakes an pumpkin pastries awready. Some a this fancy stuff Jacklin done tol me bout so she mighta gotten somethin anyway. But Ah dunno what a bonbon is so Ah think Ah'll try that. Bonbons ain't too much money are they Pop?"

He looks at what Ah'm lookin at. Ah see 'em tryna think bout what Ah'd be eatin.

"Seems ta be a bag a fancy chocolates. Kinda like those boxes a Fannie May candies yer grandmomma gets."

"Well Ah guess if they ain't too much money Ah'll get a bag a those."

"Awright son. Now Ah'm fixin ta get mah own lil sweet treat."

Ah follow Pop's eyes an look at this weird lookin bread thin' wit chocolate comin outta it.

"Pain ow chocolate. Why'd ya wanna have that Pop?"

"Cause Jacklin's dad done tol me bout these thangs. They're called croissants an this type's got some bits a dark chocolate in 'em."

"Ooh."

Pop gets a bag a bonbons an a couple a croissants. He pays fer it an we go on back ta the hotel.

"Ah Samson. You made it back just it time. I was just telling the missus that I need to get those pictures you took I believe you would say DEVELOPED."

"Yeah Henry developed's the right word. If ya say France's wizardin govment wants 'em Ah'll take ya ta the store we went ta a couple days back."

"Splendid. My wife will watch the children so the two of us can go."

Ah sit down by Jacklin an watch 'er dad put on his coat.

"Ah shouldn't be gone fer more than an hour Toby. Jus go on an show Jacklin everythang we bought taday."

"Ok Pop."

Ah see 'em walk out the door. Ah see Jacklin's mom put somethin in the fridge.

"Jacklin wha's that bag yer mom put away?"

"We bought a chocolate gateau while you went shopping. Mother wants us all to have it for dessert when we go back to Gryffindor Manor tonight."

Ah get ta thinkin a the food we're gonna be eatin. If it's more a the mooseaka or somethin else from Bulgaria that'd be real good Ah can't wait.

"So yer mom's gonna be makin dinner fer us later?"

"Yes she always has a small feast to celebrate the arrival of spring. Lamb meat in particular is a very common thing to eat in Bulgaria this time of year."

"Lamb?...... Y'all make sure they ain't scared or nothin before a kill 'em right?"

Ah jus get this image of a wolf tearin apart a lil lamb an feel like Ah'm gonna cry.

"I'm not sure how humans do it, but wizards use the killing curse when we have to eat an animal. It's meant to be the least painful way of killing them as they simply wouldn't know. It doesn't make a lot of noise or a mess if you do it that way."

Ah have ta take a breath. Ah like eatin meat an know ya gotta kill the animals so ya can do it. Ah jus don't want 'em ta suffer. Cause Ah can talk ta 'em an know what they're feelin.

"Well.... ok."

"Are you alright, Toby?"

"Yeah. Pop says mah imagination gets outta hand an Ah start thinkin bout all kinda thangs."

Ah look at mah bags an realize Ah should probly start tellin Jacklin what Ah got.

"Jacklin do ya know what bonbons are?"

"Oh yes, mother absolutely adores them. Father would always buy some for their anniversary because they got married during the winter holidays. In fact they had their honeymoon right here in Paris."

"Wow. Ok well Pop bought me a bag a 'em an Ah dunno what they'd taste like."

Ah hand 'er the bag an she looks at 'em.

"Yes bonbons usually come with a lot of different fillings in the middle. I think it would be up to you to try them and see which ones you like the most. Mother loves to eat one a day with her evening tea. And when I say that I don't mean dinner. I mean her very last cup of tea before going to bed."

Ah jus nod. Ah'm still gettin used ta how fancy British people live. They got all these old words an it gets all confusin.

"Well Ah hope these'll last the trip back home an maybe even ta Hogwarts. Ah don't want 'em ta melt."

"You won't need to worry about that Toby. Since it's still quite cold outside, bonbons won't melt at this temperature so long as you don't have it by the fireplace or any type of heater."

"Ok. Pop also got himself some chocolate crossants."

Ah know Ah ain't said it right cause Jacklin's lookin at me like she dunno what Ah jus said.

"Do you mean a pain au chocolat, Toby?"

"Ohhhh. Tha's how ya say it. Yeah Pop got a couple a those cause he said yer daddy likes 'em."

Ah take 'em outta the bag.

"See."

"Yes I can see why you called it a chocolate croissant. The pastry itself is made the same way you would make a croissant but this isn't exactly the same thing. The official name would mean bread with chocolate."

"But does it taste good?"

"Oh yes it's a nice sweet treat if you only want a hint of chocolate as opposed to a more heavy chocolate cake."

Ah think Ah'm gettin it now. Jacklin's dad does seem like the type a guy that don't want somethin real messy. He's always wearin somethin fancy.

"What else did you and your Pop get, Toby?"

"A couple books an a sweater. It's got a zipper on it an feels real snug."

"I see. Can you try it on?"

Ah take it out the bag and put it on.

"See Ah ain't fumblin wit it like Ah do wit my Hogwarts uniform. It feels real nice."

"It looks marvelous on you, Toby."

Ah smile an show 'er the books we bought. Then she shows me all the thangs she bought. A real good day.

Time Skip

"Samson, I can't thank you enough for helping me this holiday. Emile really appreciated the pictures you took. Did you enjoy the wine we shared?"

"Oh yeah. It went real good wit the cake yer wife bought. Ya really know how have company over, Henry."

Ah see 'em shake Pop's hand.

"I think we're going to be great friends for years to come. Jacklin definitely seems to get along with your son."

"Well so long's it ain't gonna turn inta no plot fer an arranged marriage tha's fine by me."

Jacklin's dad laughs.

"We haven't engaged in arranged marriages for quite a few centuries. I made it perfectly clear to Jacklin that as soon as she finishes her education, she can live her life however she chooses."

"Yeah Ah ain't even brought up that part a life wit Toby. He don't ask so Ah figure it don't matter ta 'em. Wasn't till he started askin me bout Jacklin's girl problems in a letter that Ah had ta tell 'em bout the birds an bees."

Ah'm glad Ah ain't gonna be forced ta marry Jacklin. Cause then Ah gotta wear suits like 'er dad in the human. Ah don't like suits. They ain't the good snug like mah sweater.

"Awright Toby. Time ta get on the train. Don't want ya gettin ta Hogwarts late."

"Ok Pop. Ah'll write ya when Ah get there."

"Tha's mah boy."

Ah get on the train wit Jacklin an we make our way back ta Hogwarts.

"Ya know Jacklin Pacer wrote me a letter sayin when we get ta Hogwarts he's gonna gimme somethin left over from this holiday called Holly."

"You mean Holi. That's a Hindu holiday meant to celebrate spring."

"Yeah. Do ya know what a eugena is?"

"A what?"

Ah try ta remember how ta spell it. It's a real fancy Indian name.

"Well he spelled it G-U-J-H-I-A."

"Ah yes. It's a type of fried dumpling with dried fruit and grated coconut in it."

"Ooh. Ah like fried stuff. Ah think it'll be great."

Time Skip

Ah end up bein right. Sure ain't the best thang Ah ever ate but Ah'm glad that Ah tried it.

"Thank ya, Pacer. Ah like learnin bout different types a food even if it ain't a new favorite."

"Tank you, Toby. I vish ve vere in the same House togeder. Den ve can share tings about our cultures."

"Yeah an Jacklin jus ain't much of an expert bout Indian stuff. She knew bout these dumplins here but Ah had ta really stumble tryna explain what ya gave me fer Christmas."

Ah see Pacer noddin. Ah'm glad he ain't too upset that Ah talk ta Jacklin bout thangs he gives me.

"My moder has been trying to get Mr. Grvindor to come to India for a long time now. My parents tink it's important for business if ve had strong business ties to the former colony."

"Why don't he wanna help ya?"

"Jacklin's fader needs to finish making alliances in Europe before going to oder countries like India. Dis is a new ting because India currently has a lot of issues."

"Oh. Yer not havin problems ain't ya?"

"No but my moder vorries dat tings in India vill get vorse. She vants to have her family leave India before they do. Even though ve're vell to do, ve are not capable of bringing dem here yet."

Ah feel a lil sad fer Pacer. Ah don't want his family havin problems.

"Ya ain't mad at Jacklin's dad are ya?"

"No. Ve know he is too busy in Europe to go dere. Dat is vhy ve are trying to have a big apotecary. It vill help us make enough money to help my moder's family."

"Oh that's nice."

Ah hear the bell ring tellin me we gotta get back ta our dorms.

"Well Ah'll see ya later, Pacer."

"Bye, Toby."

Time Skip

Ah'm lyin in bed asleep an Ah start ta have a scary vision. In tha vision, Ah see a dark forest an' Ah see a dead unicorn an’ a hooded figure. Ah can almos smell somethin’ like blood. Ah see the hooded figure look like it's comin ta me an Ah can see it's Quirrell.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Oi shut it Kwimper!"

Ah feel a pillow hit me an Ah wake up.

"What?! Wha happened?"

"Ya had a nightmare now go back ta sleep!"

Ah look round mah room. A lotta the boys look real mad. Ah'm all upset Ah wanna cry.

"Ah'm sorry."

Ah curl up under mah blankets an cover mah head. Ah start cryin quietly as Ah think bout wha mah dream means. A unicorn died an Quirrell's tryna bring Voldmort back ta life. Ah jus wish Jacklin's gonna be able ta help me in the mornin.

Time Skip

"This is not good, Toby. Unicorn blood is the closest thing to the Elixir of Life without having the Philosopher's Stone."

"So Quirrell's tryin' ta keep himself alive? How bad's the curse?"

"I have no idea, Toby. If Professor Quirrell really did it, he would have to keep killing to stay alive. That’s why he needs to find the Philosopher’s Stone."

"Ohh. That’s why Dumbledore's hidin it."

Ah see Jacklin sigh an Ah dunno what that means.

"Well there’s nothing we can do about it. We have to prepare for our end of year exams. I have all O’s and I do not want to lose those grades."

"Yeah Ah get that. Ah got all E's so far. Some a the teachers say if Ah get a good score on the test Ah can get an O."

"Having all E's in your first year would still be an incredible achievement, Toby. Even without having your condition it's still something you need to work at."

"Ok. Ah get it. Ah know Snape ain't a lotta kids favorite but he likes me. Ah dunno how Ah know but he likes me. He was one a the first teachers who tol me Ah can get an O if Ah try mah best."

"And that's all you really need to do Toby."

"Yeah. You're right."

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[allherfaeriesmeetinjuly]

listening to skz’s new album rn // will make edits later on

hall of fame: sick so sick sick intro wtfffff that was so good seungmin makes me sjfjsjjckjjjxj u don’t get it

s-class: already watched the mv so ik how the song sounds… good. i think. i think i need it to seep in my veins first. it’s very noise but like not in an nmixx way (they haunt my dreams) so i do like it

item: seungmin bro brooo his part makes me blush ahhhh. very heavy song ig??? i don’t know how to feel abt it.. jisung’s rap hmm… <33 not really feeling this one tbh. it’s kinda all over the place— which i expect cuz it’s skz but it’s very heavy-handed on that.

super bowl: seungminn!!!! oooh i like this one. i like whispering parts very much (my love for punch nct127) also a lottt of seungmin so. lyrics kinda goofyyy. “finger lickin', yeah, we cookin' up a super bowl / in the kitchen, michelin, irresistible” loll. omg seungmin bridge!!! good overall.

topline - i’m not the hugest rap fan is all i’m gonna start with. seungmin lead vocal to main vocal pipeline sooo realllll. ooh we don’t give a fuck cutoff ooh chan is very happy i bet (i think it was a bg song?? he listened to in a live that had swear words but like not really obviously, lol) seungmin! i guess it’s not unlistenable. jk i like it. the music video really adds to the vibe and hype though, its quite good with that.

dlc: hmmmm i like that actually. chorus more chill in a more listenable way. fun chill song nothing bad to say abt it. seungmin broooooooo. the music video definitely adds to it though like, it works. seungmin makes me sooo insane its not ook. cute fun mv, actually really love like they are putting a huge grin on my face.

get lit: ehhhhhhh i don’t like the turn it took. chorus ain’t it <3 this whole album is very noisy and experimental so far… bridge the only saving grace i fear. but like, “spewing nonsense staring at the all as if i’m crazy oh yeah yeah,” is so real idk. ending sequence w jisung & hyunjin dancing kind of a vibeeee though.

collision: very my style more. (it’s actually vocal based and calm). cute.

FNF: ANOTHER CHILL SONG YEAHHH.. I ACTUALLY REALLY LIKE IT??? ayyy first love-adjacent song ! oooohh. hyunjin rap kinda eating. so angstyyyy lol (sweetly) is catching up a metaphor for growing up too or is it just a love thing? like in 2018-2019, they were very much in their stray kids era, like pre-adult, idk about life phase. so hmmm.

Youtiful: opening is very goodddd. seungmin and ballad-adjacent should be illegal he’s so lovely omgggg. hmmm i like it it generally? i do like that the album is more english-centric because their english is veryyy good like i like listening to them speak eng, esp seungmin ehheehhhee. its just an appreciative core kinda song and i like it. there’s nothing too grandiose abt it.

THE SOUND (kor v.): it’s fine???

[spewingaboutunknown]

i do like the idea of joker gettin some like admin ver of the nav i dont remeber what fic i read that in but i like it

i feel like when i write this i'd kinda want the gen outline to be

they get the nav back and are like oh great should we head to memetoes or smth

theres nothing changed there so everyone just heads home to get ready for whatever they doing next day

taba going to a ln performace anns got modeling ryu going to a v b s performance so on so forth

then then once the time comes around they all go to se this performance yusk wants to see seemingly knowing itd bring about some brust of inspiration and he already had akc joining him before notifying the theives

they get there and its like only the 1st part so they gotta decide on whether or not they wanna se the rest ysuk taba ryu and haru do the others dont akc may for sumi it depends on the dates the shows fall on

then sunddenly oh showtime is walking out discussing something whit all their memebers in tow after a while yusk and haru apprach them since the 2 of them noticed the 5

they talk for a bit while the other thieves head to the cafe

in the cafe(2nd floor) everyones wonderin about the nav and one of them is like why didnt we just ask kira about it mako reminds hes more busy esp after everything they did as the pts

cause nothin poped out fo the ordinary in memetoes and they already had to deal w/ another thing tryin to change ppl agian(<-tactic) so they were still tired from all the bs

on kiras end after spilting from the 2 theives and wonder h ejust goes to get groceries and on the way bakc home she just starts eating themselves/disragarding their selfowrth

back at home mafu is alread trying to decide what to cook and kna is helpng so all three of them are cookin and talking about the group songs and other things mafu mentions mona dissappear and such

thry all log onto ncord and talk about and do the usual

sekai!akira with a palace would go crazy though

itd probably kill the pts 20 times over and ow 50 but itd still be cool

[shyneanon]

So like the skeleton simp community (it’s basically its own fandom) has really changed me, I never used to write romance, but I just... reaaaally love the Bonely Hearts Club thing where Red bakes in secret, so like... @bonelyheartsclub I may or may not have written x reader fanfiction before the full game is even out??? Oh gosh I’m going to write so much fanfiction when the game comes out help me

Anyway here’s Reader finding out about his hobby

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You were falling asleep on Red’s shoulder when he spoke up.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Mm?” you mumbled, blinking awake. Red had paused his game to talk to you. He was usually fine with speaking over the game, so this wasn’t just casual conversation. You (reluctantly) lifted your head off his shoulder so that you could actually make proper eye contact, and once you did, you realized that he looked strangely serious. “Yeah?”

He seemed to hesitate a moment, breaking eye contact, then said, “I… I was thinkin’ I could show ya somethin’.”

Well, judging from how uncharacteristically tentative he seemed, it wasn’t sexual. “Yeah,” you said. “Anything.”

“But you gotta promise not tah tell anybody. Not the other skeletons, nobody…. Got it?”

You raised an eyebrow. Red, hiding something from everyone? He was always pretty loud about things that most people tried to keep discreet. What could he possibly be hiding that would be private even to him?

“As long as you didn’t murder someone,” you said with a smile. He started to close the game, so thankfully, no, he hadn’t murdered anyone.

When he stood up, you moved to get up with him, but he stopped you. “No, it’s in here, I’ll jus’… grab it.”

You watched as he went over to a disorganized pile of… lots of things. Books, video games, magazines, dirty clothing. His room wasn’t as messy as it used to be, but Red was still a Sans. Lazy was their thing.

He started to dig around and eventually fished out several books. You already knew he was a scientist, so they couldn’t be physics books. Were they… porn or something? Like, some really weird kind? No, that wouldn’t make any sense, why would he show you that? You didn’t really need to know the details of his habits in that department.

When he headed back over, you could see an actual blush on his face. Seriously, what was this? Was it romantic? Was he trying to be romantic? No, you’d seen that before, and it was adorably awkward, not… tense, like this.

“So,” he said, “please, just… promise ya won’t laugh at me.”

Why would you laugh at him? Not that you never had, but it had never been spiteful or condescending. “I won’t laugh at you. I promise.”

“... Cool.” He looked down at the books. You couldn’t even get a good look at their spines. Alright, now you had to know what this was about. If he backed out you were going to be really frustrated.

“So,” he said, “y’know how Rus sometimes likes bakin’ stuff, and ya told me that sometimes it’s better than other times?”

… What?

What did this have to do with Red? Still, you nodded-- albeit slowly, and you were sure your confusion was visible on your face.

“W… Well, the times you said it was better, Rus didn’t bake ‘em.”

For some reason, you didn’t put the pieces together at this point. Probably because you were too busy being confused that he had brought up such a mundane topic when being so secretive. “What?”

He made a small sound of frustration, though it wasn’t directed at you, and then held the books up so that you could see their covers.

Recipes.

Baking recipes.

“Wait,” you said, “you bake?”

He looked like he wanted to bury his face in something. “Yeah.”

You bit your lip, but it was no use; you started to giggle. He looked surprised, and you forced yourself to stop when he shrank back a little in embarrassment.

“N-- no,” you said, “it’s not like that! I’m not--”

“I know it’s lame, ya don’t hafta pretend it ain’t.”

“No, Red, I’m just… This is it? This is the secret you wanted to tell me?” Surely there was more.

“Yeah.”

There wasn’t more. You snorted. “Why is this so embarrassing?”

“I mean… it’s not real on-brand fer me, it’s a real soft hobby.” He kept avoiding eye contact. “Stuff like that.” It sounded like there was a lot more on his mind, but you knew Red had a hard time talking about how he felt. You wouldn’t press him about it.

You shrugged. “I mean, it’s unexpected, yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.” You nodded at the books. “How long have you been doing this for?”

“Started a while after we ended up wit’ all th’ other skeletons, livin’ together. It’s actually… kinda nice, tah do somethin’ soft.” His toothy smile returned. “Kinda like a weird middle finger to th’ Underground. Also, I gotta sweet tooth, ‘n this helps.”

His reasons actually seemed pretty Red-like. “A middle finger is totally on-brand for you.”

He was loosening up, his smile less strained and nervous than it was before. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Then you realized something.

“Wait, doesn’t Rus know?”

Red’s smile faltered. “Uh… not exactly.”

Again, what? “Then how…?”

“So, sometimes he fucks up real bad.” His face grew oddly serious. “‘N I mean real bad. Not ‘s bad as Boss’s cookin’, but that’s not sayin’ much. It can be a real disaster. Or jus’ flavorless, ‘r whatever. So, I, uh… I may or may not toss it out, ‘n then bake a replacement.”

You snorted and let out another laugh, this one louder than the giggling from before. “And he doesn’t know?”

Red’s grin widened. “‘E’s got no idea. Thinks it’s just a stroke ‘a genius.” Some pink crept onto his cheeks again. “But… ya can’t tell, OK? The others’d make fun of me.”

“No they wouldn’t.”

“Some’a them would.”

… OK, yeah, maybe some of them would. “OK, I promise I won’t tell.”

“Thanks.”

You stood up. “You said doing soft stuff was a middle finger?”

He looked a bit curious as to what you were getting at, but he answered, “Yeah.”

You headed over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing his cheek.

“Can we cuddle?” you asked in a small, gentle voice that you knew seemed to crack him every time.

He was surprised for a moment, then dropped the books on the floor in his typical fashion. You wouldn’t tell him to put them up-- not now that he was wrapping his own arms around your waist.

“Ah… d-- doll,” he mumbled shyly.

His face had somehow gotten redder, and the usual edge he had to his smile was gone. His eyelights were large and fuzzy; you always loved when he looked at you like that.

“Y… Yer the only thing I really need tah help my sweet tooth,” he said quietly.

He was always so timid when he said anything romantic. You nuzzled him. “You’re so cute,” you told him.

“Don’ say that, ‘m supposed t’be bad.” You could tell he didn’t mean it-- he was smiling.

“Whatever you say, bad boy.” Bad boy. Psh. He was adorable. So adorable that he was going to be the death of you. “We should bake together sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We could make brownies when no one’s around. And then eat them with ice cream.”

His grin became a bit mischievous. “Yeah. It’ll be our dirty little secret, huh?” It softened again and he placed his forehead against yours. “You said you wanna cuddle, sweetheart?”

“Mhmm. A middle finger to the Underground, right? Screw the Underground.”

“Yeah,” he said, pulling you close and nuzzling you, although it was a bit rougher than necessary. “Fuck that place.”

He was still learning how to cuddle properly, but you didn’t care. You just liked being in his arms.

[sylviazem]

FFXIV Write 2022: #19- Turn a Blind Eye

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Ugh...another day of wasted effort, Stella thought as she was approaching her door. One day...I’ll make somethin’ of this place. But...what the hells am I even cookin’ tonight? What a headache.

“Hehehe, why don’ ye come an’ ‘ave a good time with us, kitten? We’ll treat ye nice, promise! Hehe...”

“N-no, I-”

...An’ now this. Two men were harassing a miqo’te girl not far from where she was. It’s just one thing after another tonight.

“Oi, you two,” she called out as she approached the unruly duo. “I’m gonna say this politely only once: quit harassin’ the girl an’ piss off. I don’t tolerate that kinda behavior in front of me place.”

“Eh?! An’ who’re ye supposed to be? Why don’ ye mind yer own bloody business.”

“Aye! ‘Less yer keen to join us, o’ course, I suggest ye turn a blind eye an’ keep movin’, lass.”

“...Hmph.” She turned away, putting her foodstuffs on the ground and taking her shoes off.

“...Aye, that’s a smart girl. Don’ want no trouble fer y-”

She kicked the man on the side of his knee and clocked him in the jaw with such force that a tooth flew out as he tumbled to the ground. Stella stepped on his head and leaned closer.

“Are ya ‘ard o’ ‘earin’, ya f***in’ milksop? Huh?! I told ya to piss off!”

“B-bugger me, she’s insane! Do somefin’, man!”

“Oh,” she turned to face the other man with a fierce look in her eye. “Yer buddy wants to ‘ave a go? F***in’ try me. C’mon, I’ll give ya one fer free. Don’ be shy!”

She tauntingly slapped her own cheek and threw her arms open. Sure enough, the man took advantage and punched her. His smirk quickly turned into confusion however, when Stella barely flinched from the hit.

“...That the best ya got, ya flaccid piece o’ s***e?”

“...S-sod this,” the man wouldn’t even try to finish the fight. “I’m outta ‘ere!”

“W-w-wait,” his friend scrambled to his feet and limped after him. “Don’ leave me ‘ere with ‘er..!”

“Aye, run! Ya d***less f***in’ c***s!” Stella snorted the blood from her nose and spat it out. “An’ I be’er not see either o’ yas ‘ere again!!”

Ah...right. The miqo’te girl was staring at her, dumbfounded by what had transpired. “Ya okay, lass?”

“I-I’m...fine,” she stuttered. “Um, thank you...for chasing those brutes off...”

“Yer welcome. Ya best skitter back home now, miss. Plenty more unsavory folk out an’ about at this hour.”

“Oh, no, I...I’m plenty home already, miss...”

“...I see,” Another pauper, livin’ on the streets... “Best of luck to ya, then.”

“W-wait!” The girl grabbed Stella’s hand. “Could I...repay your kindness, somehow?”

...Might be I’m in luck. “...Can ya cook?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am!”

“Come right on in then, doll. What, uh, what’s yer name?”

“Cherry, ma’am. Pleased to meet you!”

“...Likewise. Ya can call me Stella. An’ please...enough with the ‘ma’am’.”

[lizandbo]

cooking dates w/ hq bois

Nishinoya

 - Cooking with him is like: fucking sonic in the kitchen lemme tell ya 

- some flour on the floor? Ok who th fuckn cares ill even step in it if i have to- AND OOPS i kinda have to cuz he had no space to put anything becuase he’s having th ewhole kitchen a disaster and now you have to parkour just to get to the other side of the kitchen 

- thats how bad it is

- he was trying to make some chicken noodle soup 

-  ya know the ol’ classic 

- but this is a new one

- like the taste of it is way too over powering- way too much seasoning

- all he wanted is to make you feel better with his cooki g but its hard to feel happy becuase some how its...spicy? And he shoved the spoon in your mouth while its like 100 degrees 

- so lie ya tearin up and each time you open your mouth literal SMOKE comes out your mouth

- “do you like it?- HOLY SHIT ARE YOU OKAY?!?!?”

- ‘YEAHH- I’m just a lil... h-hoot”

- “hoot?”

- “HOT”

- “oh//do you want me to make the whole soup again?”

- “hell no, this is enough for like 8 peeps”

- “LETS HAVE A PARTY”

- “WHY-NO- WERE HAVING A FUCKIGN DATE”

- “oh yeah forgot about that”

Osamu

 - mr. i know fucking everything about cookin

- he’s not controlling he’s just “making sure you follow the directions”

- but at the same time he’s like “directions are for dweebs tho”

- ok ya buddy go ahead and prep this meal totally not a date 

- but he chill tho, just a lil harsh 

- but if you do a thing wrong thats what his face looks like^^

- he’s dream goal is to be a top chef in L.A ok?

- when the time comes to put the salmon in the oven (idk if you put th salmon in the oven or in a skillet or something- help)

- he kiss attacks you 

- for the 30 mins or whatever how many minutes you put it in there for idk, osamu knows talk to him. 

- anyways, when you pull it out 

- it smells sooo fucking good

- and he got the lil cocky smirk on his face which he rarely has 

- his lil teeny tiny wheezy heart is filled with pride- let him have his time

Asahi

- when you stared cooking he joined and now its suddenly a dateXD

- once you were flipping the eggs cuz ya know “ya gotta have that protein!”

- you saw his face as being either lazy, loveing/lovesick or confused or impatient 

- but whatever it was it was funny 

- “hey babe, your like ‘ine miney mo, cut the fucking crap and lets go’ kinda mood huh?”

- “what?no, i wasn’t I’m just pretty tired”

- “okie dokie, I’m just checking”

- “well actually I’m just checking you out cuz whenever your not in my arms you send me a meme every few minutes so i was concerned”

- “ASAHIII”

- “its the truth tho” 

- here, can you pass me the salt, and oh-pass your classes too”

- “b-babe”

- you two have a laughing fit until you smelled something burning 

- “THE EGGSSSSS”

- “y/n please be careful! Dont burn your self 

- “i ain’t no chicken”

- “but i am gonna be a burnt chicken so i guys you are right”

- and now you have to make your egg again </3

[commic-jester]

stiles - when he shows up its normally through a window or he unlocks the front door himself . he usually bribes scott out of his pile of blankets to play viddy games for a bit !! if its still stormin when scott gets tired of playin, they paint each others nails !

allison - allison hugs scott as soon as she gets in the room . she makes scott get out of bed n join her on the floor . they gather every pillow n blanket in the house so they can make the best pillow fort Ever .

isaac - they cuddle . they cuddle for around an hour usually until isaac gets too antsy n Needs To Move . isaac ends up draggin him down to the kitchen so the two of them can cook/bake together . isaac loves cookin n bakin w scott bc scott doesnt know shit ab it n he always makes a mess so then they spend the rest of the storm cleanin up the kitchen

lydia - lydia n scott arent really close, but theyre close enough that lydia has a spot on the rotation . usually, she drags his ass out of bed n forces him to watch chick flicks w him while she plays w his hair . once, she dyed his hair pink bc he was too focused on the thunder n she needed a Big distraction n that def worked in that regard

kira - she puts on a light show . most of the time they have storms its at night so melissa is workin . kira takes that as a go ahead to fuck w every light in the house . she sometimes flickers lights while she talks to symbolize different characters talkin bc she'll act out plays for him too . he finds it silly but she puts a lot of effort into it so he enjoys it anyway <3

malia - she isnt really the comfortin type, but she does her best . one time, she tried to drag him out into the storm with her so they could dance in the rain . it didnt really work so she ended up findin a new method . she would bring whatever instrument she could find n the two of them would try to figure out how to play it . it usually lasted several hours n always ended well after the storm had passed but they both have a lot of fun w it anyway .

liam n theo - they r a package deal bc theyre both worse than malia at comfortin people so they thought if they both went, it would cancel each other out . it kinda does ! they try to take elements from everyone else . sometimes they bake christmas cookies for the lacrosse team, sometimes they play a bit of guitar all together, other times they jus chill n watch a movie . liam n theo normally argue a lot which scott finds vv entertainin . sometimes the two of them create fake arguments which escalates into food fights ^-^

that was . a lot sorry DSJFKLFDSKJ

hi i would die for each n every one of them actually

[douxspider]

— 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. (3)

‘ARVIN RUSSELL x READER INSERT’

( spoilers for “the devil all the time” ) — Waking up at Reader's place, we finally get a glimpse at Arvin's POV. Though, while their relationship seems to be moving forward, it seems like the whole 'running away into the sunset' deal only happens in fiction.

+ this is the third part to peachy keen! (ao3 link)

warnings: angst, almost smutty but nothing explicit is written, mentions of murder, preston teagardin lmao, rated mature word count: 4,244 published: 9/24/20 ao3 link — part 1, 2

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When Arvin woke up leaned against you, he felt his face turn into a beet shade of red. Slowly parting from your leaning form on the couch, he rubbed his eye, unaware that he had an actual decent rest in such a cramped position. He hardly ever felt comfortable enough to sleep in his own bed. Usually, attempts at sleep were mostly met with staring at the ceiling blankly, recalling haunting memories on repeat in his head.

His thoughts were blank when he fell asleep. Arvin was met with nothing but the television’s staticy audio and the sound of your quiet breathing.

He looked over to take in your features— what amazing features, he thought— and found his hand carefully creeping to the side of your face to brush the knuckle of a finger near your ear, tucking a strand of hair behind it lovingly.

Arvin loved you.

He knew he shouldn’t— he knew he had no idea what love was— but within the few months spent together, Arvin knew he liked you too much to be calling it ‘liking’ and ‘platonic’.

That one stormy evening alongside memories of beating the hell out of Lenora’s bullies, blood and bruising splattering his knuckles like paint, he needed a place to clear his head. He needed a place that was quiet in every way shape and form. Arvin had been driving with a foggy haze before his eyes had locked onto McCann Boys. Arvin wasn’t hungry. He wasn’t anything, he just needed to sit somewhere other than a damn car where he could swerve into a building and die.

When he stepped in, the immediate smell of sweetness overloaded his senses, and he found himself hesitantly sitting down in a booth, wringing the cloth against his knuckles in a patterned fashion.

Then you approached.

And by God, had you been the prettiest sight to see. If it were on any other day, Arvin would’ve been sure to come up with better words than asking if he had to buy anything.

That’s not how you talk to a pretty face, his father would scold in his head, y’wanna smile at ‘er, and make her feel all sorts of butterflies. Y’gotta make her feel like the only girl in the world, son.

Arvin often had his father’s coaching in his head when it came to things like this. Though, it didn’t really make sense most of the time. His father didn’t live long enough to meet Arvin in his ‘girl phase’. This was more than a phase, he promised himself, looking at your resting form. And my, had the universe been so forgiving of him, making sunlight drawing from blinds rest on your features, highlighting your skin and making you look like a pure, unadulterated angel.

He wanted you.

Arvin bit his bottom lip. He wanted you so bad. He wanted to keep you forever. He wanted to take you away from this lowly place in Ohio and bring you somewhere nice, somewhere with beaches and sunshine, away from disgusting preachers, dried blood and judgmental eyes.

Realizing the first time you went to that church, Arvin could see the way that no-good priest looked at you. He knew what that man did to Lenora. He knew everything. Arvin got up from the couch, his fists turning stark white as he paced towards the apartment door, red building at the sides of his eyes. Arvin had to protect all the girls in town. He had to. For Lenora, for Y/N. He had to go and—

“Arvin?”

Hearing a voice that reminded him of bells, Arvin turned around, seeing you slowly rise up from the couch and looking over to make contact with him. “Where are you going?”

Your sleepy tone was so amiable. Your eyes were so dazed, blinking as you gave a small sniffle, scratching at your shoulder.

“I was…” Arvin trailed off before coming back towards you, kneeling in front of the couch and giving a smile as he took your hand. “I was gonna get you breakfast. As a thank you.” A lie, but it was fine. He was planning on watching the priest. Though, breakfast didn’t sound too bad. Time with you was worth more than anything else. You were all he had, next to his grandmother and uncle.

You smiled. He melted a little inside.

“You don’t need to get me anything,” you murmured as you clutched onto his hand. Your eyes were studious, flitting around his body, and he suddenly felt small. “Are you okay? I’m sorry about the sleeping stuff… if your neck was stiff, I mean, I’d feel bad—”

“Y/N,” Arvin spoke sternly, “that was the best sleep I’ve ever had in my life.”

Your eyes turned round, diluting slightly once they met the sunlight.

Arvin could hear his father’s berating tone in the back of his head. Say it. Be a man. He looked at the ground, holding onto your hand for dear life, uneasily balancing his weight on his knee. Though, Arvin couldn’t say anything. Nothing was coming out. There you were, waiting so patiently, being so patient with him, and he was at a lack for words.

Words wouldn’t fix this. Only action. Action would fix everything, Arvin knew this. He was taught this. He was always better physically expressing his thoughts and feelings than vocally or emotionally.

Releasing one of his hands from yours, he curved one underneath your palm and pulled your soft, untouched knuckles against his lips, giving a kiss. These knuckles have never hurt a soul. This being had never hurt anyone. Arvin would make sure it would stay that way.

He glanced upwards, his cap altering his view slightly, and he could make out the way your cheeks turned a different shade, inviting lips gaping slightly.

Smiling against your skin, Arvin moved his free hand to the top of yours and gazed at you. To his surprise, he watched as your thumb rolled circles against his own. You were smiling, and it was a smile to take in. Oh, it was.

“You’re sweet, Arvin,” you giggled so beautifully and he wanted to listen to his name coming out of your mouth on repeat, “...I kinda want donuts.”

Arvin couldn’t help but give a laugh under his breath at the change of moods. He stood up, continuously holding your hand as he refused to let it go, and said, “Let’s get donuts, then.”

—

He was angry. He was a pot boiling. Staring at Preston from afar, he watched from his car as the man interacted with a female shopowner who was fresh out of highschool. Arvin’s leg bounced within his vehicle, the sun setting, and he continued to survey.

Preston would interact with girls other than his wife. He would bring girls into his car and do unspeakable, unlawful things with them, then proceed to go back to the place he calls home and force himself onto his wife.

Arvin clutched onto the wheel.

While Preston was a horrible man who deserved the worst punishment from all graces of any lord, he found himself growing frustrated. Not even just about Lenora or all the sweet innocence the man took, Arvin found himself growing frustrated at his own damn self.

He would think about Y/N.

No, not doing such acts as those forcefully, imagining the same power dynamic, he would never. He meant it when he said he didn’t hurt girls. Arvin despised the man. He despised him and he wanted him gone. He wanted that man to suffer for what he did to his sister. Though, at points, he would drive up to your apartment and stare at the window that belonged to you. He would lick his chapped lips and his hand would shake as it reached the door handle. Then, Arvin would grow a clear sense of mind, he would receive clarity, and he would drive to the opposite side of town just to avoid even thinking about touching you in such a passionate way.

After a few days, Arvin decided.

He’d have to leave you behind.

He loved you, but he also loved Lenora, and Lenora deserved justice. Arvin could hear her voice already, pleading for him to let it go. To just let the man be. To leave. Do anything else. Settle down with you somewhere far, far away, start a life, start a family. Be free.

“I ain’t ever let anything go, ‘Nora.”

The priest was dead.

Arvin’s blood rushed through his veins as the sun set on the horizon, him zooming through the city streets, eagerly approaching your apartment.

God, it was a thrill. The adrenaline coursing through his veins after watching the damned predator fall onto the church floor bleeding from his wounds was cathartic. It made Arvin’s head whirl and turn dizzy. He had no moral thoughts, he was no longer moral, no longer a man that could be forgiven. Arvin felt the rage that built up within him for years be released with three gunshots, the guilt and agony of being alone and misjudged by any person left behind within the church.

Sitting in the car and hearing the blinker click at him, he turned it off once pulling into the lot. He took off his cap, carding his fingers through his hair, debating if he was really going to let you go.

Y/N offered a future he couldn’t take. It hurt more than anything.

Arvin glanced up at your patio, seeing you move from behind the window. You were only a silhouette. You were yet to be discovered by him in this manner, this new Arvin Russell. You wouldn’t recognize him, he thought, he wouldn’t recognize you.

It would be a completely different take on his life. He was no longer himself. Was he better, or worse? Was he a criminal, or a vigilante? Arvin didn’t know what to do. It hadn’t set in yet that he was no longer only capable of beating bullies shitless. He was so much more than that. He was more.

Arvin could do anything.

It was dark out. He finally found the courage to yank open the door handle and step out of his car. He didn’t bother to lock it, he had nothing to lose.

Entering the apartment’s doors, smelling various spices of cooking or hearing children laughing from very muffled walls, Arvin found himself stomping up the steps, his heart beating against his ribs uneasily.

Staring at the room, noticing that the others around were vacant, Arvin could just about do anything. No one would know.

He clenched his fists a few times before finally knocking on the door with his knuckles. It was like the first time you two had met, his very knuckles expressing his pain and anguish, and you read onto the signs of a lonely man seeking solace. Arvin was still bruised and broken; just not in any place where you could see it.

You opened the door, and your mouth opened before closing abruptly. Arvin knew he must’ve looked like he just killed someone. Well, he did, but you didn’t know about that.

Arvin wanted you. Though, he’d be careful, you were the one delicate thing in his life. He had to treat you with care. He had to treat you so gently this night, for it would be your last with him.

Taking a step inside, he moved his hand up and cupped your cheek, moving his thumb— once holding a gun used to kill— so that it wiped gingerly beneath your bottom lip. Your jaw fidgeted slightly as you were attempting to find words. Though, your hand didn’t disagree with his actions. Instead, it met the back of his palm, planted gently on top of his own hand that held your cheek.

Confident, Arvin moved in closer and pulled you towards him, meeting your lips with his. You made a soft noise in your throat and it set Arvin’s mind on fire. Flames danced between your faces, and he felt you eagerly kiss back, your arms snaking across his shoulders as he found himself kicking the door with the back of his heel to close it shut.

Your hands found themselves on the surface of his head and pushing off his cap to knot fingers in his hair. Arvin didn’t even care. His body was burning underneath your touch as he found himself pressing you against the nearest flat surface, which was your dining room table that held a vase with hand picked flowers resting inside and a sweet floral mat keeping it level. You were so adorable, he swooned in his head, you were so precious to him and oh so good. You’re so good.

Wife material, Arvin’s head was screaming, he wanted to steal you away and marry you. You were lifted onto the mahogany table, Arvin’s tongue swiping at your bottom lip. You were so good, submitting your mouth to him, letting him roam the inside and clutch onto your hips so tightly it could bruise. Feeling your soft, untouched, blessed hands clutch onto his belt line had him push his pelvis closer to yours.

“Arvin—” you attempted, but he wouldn’t let you. No, he wouldn’t let you worry. You didn’t need to worry about anything, not with him around. He was your protector, he would keep you safe, he wouldn’t let you die or leave. He wouldn’t let you be hurt by anyone. Thinking about keeping you close to him in his arms, just this close, making you sigh from pleasure as Arvin plastered kisses down your jaw and to your neck to test the waters of what made you quiver; it was enough to drive him insane.

He found his teeth scraping at your flesh and you gasped, arching your body upwards and he felt your hips grind against his middle. It made him give out a guttural growl of need.

“Arvin, wait— wait, honey, stop—”

Arvin didn’t want to. Though, he would, just for your sake. He lifted his head up to meet yours, and once you made eye contact with him, your expression changed from flustered to concerned. Nurturing. Your hand met his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing itself underneath his eye, and he moved a hand to hold your wrist and gently kiss your palm.

Your voice was so soft, so sweet, as if you raised it any further it would blow Arvin away. “What’s going on?”

He wanted to tell you everything. You were so kind, you were everything, you were the sun and stars and sky. Nuzzling into your hand, he murmured, “Nothin’...”

“It’s clearly something if you come into my apartment and start kissing me like this, Russell,” you spoke, his last name strong in your city accent. Your voice was so stern, so dead set on uncovering him, and Arvin gazed at you, still high from revenge and loving you.

He hesitated. Arvin pinched his lips together, licking them faintly, still tasting your lip scrub on them.

Your warm hands met his burning face, handling them so sweetly. “You don’t need to give me specifics,” you started, “...just give me something, Arvin, so I know you’re in your right mind.”

Your name made his eyes flutter shut, nudging his nose against yours. “Say m’name like that again, sweet girl…”

“Arvin.” Your tone was more of a warning. It pulled him back from the sea of desire.

Arvin sighed, mumbling, “I had a revelation, darlin’…” his thumb rolled circles into your wrist, “I had a good day… ‘m a free man, Y/N. I wanna share this with you.” He opened his eyes to see you gazing at him so sweetly. “Let me have this night with you, pretty girl. I wanna make you feel as good as me. I’m sober, I promise, ‘m just intoxicated by the thought of you.”

“Such a flirt,” you whispered against his lips, and he felt himself smirking.

“Only for you.”

Your beautiful, reflective eyes stared into his. Then, they shut, and you moved your head forward to slowly encapture his lips. Arvin was more than eager to requite this. Fervor filled his loins as he clutched your thigh once it was squeezing against his side.

“Sweet baby girl,” he whispered into your ear, “Can we move this to your bed?”

—

When Arvin woke up, he had never felt more exhausted. He was hit with a newfound clarity. There was a soft gray shade leaking from the windows, and he squinted at the clock from across the room— wiping the fogginess from his eyes— and took notice that it was in the early hours of five a.m. Arvin went to move, but was barricaded by something clinging to his side.

His eyes were round as saucers as he took a hold of your nude bodies entangled.

Flushed, he quickly whipped his head back ahead, staring at the ceiling.

The confidence he had last night was almost embarrassing. Though, he licked his teeth and looked back to you, his fingers carding through your hair. Your hair was so soft to the touch, so perfect for someone like you, never missing the latest trends.

Arvin gave a hum of contentment, taking in your features in the early morning. Last night was full of unbridled desire, a fervor that the both of you had been bottling up for who knows how long. Perhaps, since that rainy day in the bakery, there had been that weird spark that compelled you both to do this.

He buried his nose in your sweet scented hair, pressing his lips against your warm forehead, hearing you shuffle and murmur under your breath. You were still very much asleep.

Taking in your sleeping face for the last time, Arvin gave a pained smile. He didn’t want to leave you at all. He wanted to keep you forever— he wanted to wake up to this every day— but he couldn’t let you become an accomplice. Arvin had to protect you.

With that, he managed to sneak his way out of your koala arms and legs and get dressed in his old clothing. Reading over the letter he wrote yesterday, Arvin felt his heart break with each word. You didn’t deserve this. You deserved better than him— someone who could keep themselves together, who wasn’t so haunted by the past. You came to this city to escape yours, and he couldn’t drag you into his. He had to escape too. Some part of him knew you would understand that with time.

Arvin had stopped by a bakery quickly, ordering a lemon and poppyseed muffin with the most bittersweet feeling, coming back to your room to see you were still dead asleep.

He placed the muffin box down on the nightstand and folded the letter so that it stood up with your name on a proud display. Arvin’s hand wringed its way through his hair before he stared at his ragged blue cap for a moment, placing it alongside the muffin and letter.

Arvin leaned down to kiss you on the lips briefly, you giving a sleepy hum, pursuing your lips lazily before drifting unconscious again. He noticed that the sun was just rising.

The sunset brought a bit of hope. He watched you sleep for a bit, the purple turning into a golden on your features, before he made his exit.

—

Your body felt like jello. Giving a groan, your hands scavenged the sheets for the warm body that accompanied you that night, but you were left with a cold absence. Cracking your eyes open and grunting at the shine of the sun, the clock spoke nine a.m, and you were surprised Arvin was not with you.

You licked your lips and sat up. Stretching your spine, you noticed you were nude and blushed, pulling the sheets up your chest. “Arvin?” You called, noticing the lack of your friend— lover? Boyfriend? Friend with benefits?— and gave a long exhale. Luckily you had the day off, as convenient as that was.

Looking over, you noticed the hat, muffin box, and letter. Your name was in bold pencil, and you tilted your head curiously before leaning over and peering through the plastic cover. You smiled and saw the dark spots of poppyseeds on the treat. It was sentimental, and your heart nearly burst.

Gazing at the hat, you were inquiring if he just managed to leave it behind.

You decided to take the letter, opening it up and not preparing for what you’d read.

Y/N,

You’re probably wondering where I am right now. I am too. If you asked me right now, I wouldn’t be able to give you an answer.

I did something that can’t be forgiven. Maybe not by the Lord, definitely not by law, uncertain by you. I don’t want you to worry. I’m safe. I can’t come back. I can’t give you a number or address. I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t know who I will be.

The world ain’t been kind. I know it ain’t been kind to you either. I don’t want to make things even worse for you, sweet girl. You’re everything I didn’t deserve. You said to me a long time ago that I deserve good, but I don’t. You are such a good girl, so much so I can’t have you. A part of me wants to be selfish and keep you. I know I can’t. I can’t do that to you.

You’re gonna hear about that preacher man. You’re gonna hear things about me, probably. I just want you to know I did it because I had to. You need to know that. I couldn’t be alive knowing Lenora wasn’t and he was. I’m sorry, baby.

I’m sorry for leaving you. I don’t want to. There’s nothing I want more than for you to be with me right now, pretty girl. I’d give everything just to see you every morning, every afternoon, every night. Ever since that day where you forgave me for the first time for my sins, smoking and drinking black coffee, I know what else I could fight for. I know what I could have just for myself. The sad part is, God is a sadist, and he won’t let me have you.

You asked me if I like Puppy Love, and I do. I’m listening to music for once as I write this, and I understand all the stuff they cry about on the radio. I know what it means to love. My heart ain’t ever been this broke before, sweetheart. 

I love you, Y/N.

As I said, we’ll be seeing each other again. Look out for postcards from my initials.

A.R.

When you finished, wet spots had been dotting the paper, and the last two initials were the final nail in the coffin. You let out a choked sob, leaning over to clutch onto the paper close to your chest. You collapsed onto the sheets, weeping, unable to comprehend. You kept asking why, why, why, even though it was right in front of you.

You flipped the page, noting the sweet lyrics on the back.

I cry each night, my tears are for you, my tears are all in vain, I hope, I hope and I pray, that maybe someday, you’ll be back in my arms once again.

Sniffling and wiping at your nose, you gave a few sobs, pressing your palm against your damp cheeks until they turned red.

You folded the paper and placed it back on your nightstand, curling in on yourself, clutching your sheets that still had Arvin’s presence lingering on them. Pressing them against your wet, hot face, you gave a few soft wheezes.

How could you tell Arvin you loved him, too? How could you write back to him? How could you sleep at night, not knowing he was okay? That there was no way you could tell him you’d wait forever for him?

You must’ve managed to doze off, as the sun was no longer as golden as before. The skies were a clear blue, and you managed to tug on tolerable clothes. Standing on your patio, you clutched the metal railings, staring down at the town with dismay. He was no longer here. This town no longer held that charming spark that you’d learn to love.

Walking back inside, you gazed at the letter, muffin, and hat. Leaning over, you grabbed the blue cap and rubbed your thumbs against the torn fabric, pressing the lid against your lips and kissing it. At least you had this— something you rarely saw him without. He gave you this, and your heart soared at the thought. Placing it on the top of your head, you took the lemon and poppyseed muffin and headed towards McCann Boys.

Marilyn perked at your presence, speaking, “Sweetpea, it’s not your workday.”

“I’m here as a guest,” you murmured, gazing at her, and Marilyn’s eyebrows rose at your expression. She gave a sorry nod at you, continuing to swipe down the counters.

You sat in the booth you and Arvin met at, and you took your seat, gazing at the ashtray emptily. Picking at the muffin, you fixed your cap to hide your face.

The radio near the coffee player began to sing. Your heart dropped, and you recalled the oh-so familiar lyrics.

...This is not a puppy love.

[eevee-eclair]

Sweet Sixteen

Written by Eevee

Things to look out for: kissing, making out, mention of food, cheesy pickup lines, one mention of drugs, one sex joke (thanks, Remus)

Random side note: I need to start finding out birthdays so I can plan these fics. Anygay, happy (late) birthday Virgil!!

~~~

Virgil’s birthday started off great. Patton and Janus had made him pancakes for breakfast and gave him small gifts to open before school started and he didn’t miss the bus for what felt like the first time in forever. Even his classes went smoothly!

And then sixth hour rolled around.

Sixth hour was the one class he shared with Remus King, Roman King’s twin. Now that wouldn’t be a problem if Remus didn’t have a reputation for being in detention every day of the week. It would also help if Virgil didn’t have a huge crush on him that wouldn’t go away.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” a voice Virgil knew too well asked, sliding over.

Virgil fought down a blush as he pulled his hood up. “Go away,” he grumbled. He couldn’t deal with Remus’ teasing right now.

“You know you love me,” he said, wiggiling his fingers.

Virgil hid his face. “Please stop,” he whined.

Surprisingly, Remus listened. “Uhg, fine! If you insist, Hot Topic!”

Remus scooted away and when Virgil deemed it safe to look up, he was shocked to see Remus looking upset. He decided that after class he’d talk to him.

———

After class ended up becoming after school since Remus avoided him for the last few hours they had school. Thankfully, he managed to pin him before he left. Literally.

Remus was shocked to say the least when Virgil pushed him into the wall behind the school. He blushed but smirked at him anyway.

“Wow, Emo! I didn’t take you for the kinky type,” he teased, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Virgil made a face put kept him pinned. “Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked, getting gay straight to the point.

Remus avoided his eyes. “W-well you just kinda seemed annoyed with me in sixth hour so I thought I’d stop bothering you!” he explained.

“That’s the best you can do?” Virgil deadpanned. “My dad is an impulsive liar, Rem. I know a lie when I see it, and that was horribly covered.”

Remus knew he was caught and started to panic a little. “Ummmm... I had no reason to bother you?”

Virgil sighed and stepped back a little, looking at the ground. “I understand if you don’t want to tell me,” he muttered. “But I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”

Virgil started to walk away and Remus grabbed his wrist on instinct. “Wait! Don’t go!”

Virgil blushed and nodded, standing still. “Well?” he asked after a moment. He didn’t tell him to let go.

Remus pulled him a little closer. “I uh... oh god, this is embarrassing...” he muttered, getting redder. “I stopped bothering you because I thought you weren’t interested,” he said at last.

Virgil swallowed and went redder, thinking he knew what he was meaning. “Interested in what, exactly?” he asked quietly, afraid his assumption was wrong.

Remus stayed silent for a long while. “You,” he mumbled after a minute of silence. “I-I’ve been flirting with you because Roman said it would work. I guess he was wrong...”

Virgil felt Remus let him go as he walked away. In a moment of panic, he grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He was delighted when Remus kissed back, but he was also reminded of what he did.

He pulled back and gasped. “I-I-I’m so sorry, Remus!” he cried, backing away. “I should’ve asked!”

Remus cupped his face and pulled him closer. He stared at him with stars in his eyes. “Do it again,” he whispered, walking closer.

Virgil didn’t need told twice as he closed the distance between them. This time, they didn’t pull back for a long while and when they did it was for air.

Remus had his fingers tangled in Virgil’s hair. “Has anyone told you how good of a kisser you are?” he asked breathlessly.

Virgil smiled sheepishly. “That’s was my first kiss actually,” he confessed.

Remus smirked. “Glad I was the lucky number one.” He pulled him back into another kiss, getting more confident every second.

They broke away this time because Virgil’s phone was ringing. He groaned and pulled it out of his pocket. “Can’t it wait?” he whined, checking who was calling. “Ah shit, it’s my dad.”

Remus watched him answer the call and pulled away while he waited. He leaned against the wall and thought about what this meant for them.

“Pops, calm down! I’m at school still!” Virgil said. “... Yes I’m safe... No I’m not doing drugs... I promise I’ll be home by dinner okay? I’m hanging with a friend... Love you too, bye.” Virgil hung up the phone and turned back to Remus.

Remus smiled at him. “Bitchy parents?” he asked, walking over.

Virgil shook his head. “No, my dads are pretty chill. Patton just wanted to know where I was,” he explained. He grabbed Remus shirt and pulled him down. “Now where were we?” he growled, kissing him again.

Yeah, this was a great birthday.

[hello-yue-here]

For the ask game:

tyzula

zukka

and that’s all I can think of now.

NOW WERE COOKIN

tyzula

i like it. i do. i think that if its well written and actually acknowledges how problematic azula and ty lees friendship was in the show and actively works to overcome that and grow from that then i enjoy it. but if its just written as a toxic ship or doesnt address all the shitty things azula did then its a no from me. i dont like toxic ships and in canon their friendship is INCREDIBLY toxic and while i love azula, in order for me to like a fic with azula in it and shes being portrayed as a “good guy” then youve gotta acknowledge what she did to make her evil in the first place. i hate when people gloss over the fact that she was an imperialist and was super manipulative towards people who were supposed to be her friends. in canon she was a horrible person and yes she was abused and yes she was just a kid and yes she did not deserve to be abused but that doesnt change the fact that she was still not a good person. i feel like theres a good amount of tyzula content out there that does an incredible job of addressing this and making sure they craft a good redemption arc for azula and depicts the relationship in a healthy way. other than that ive never had any issues with tyzula shippers and i do say that i ship them myself. ive hardly heard about any drama among peoppe who say tyzula is their otp and ship it hardcore (i have heard some toxic stuff tho so it isnt perfect but its also very rare for that kinda stuff to pop up on my dash) so at least from my understanding its a good fanbase a majority of the time. on a much more positive note i really enjoy their dynamic. i like how azula can be rough around the edges and very regal and proper and still bitchy and then ty lee is there to be bubbly and creative and bring joy into azulas life. i think they balance each other out well and in canon we can see very clearly how much they admire each other (despite the toxicity in canon). azula wishes she were more like ty lee and ty lee thinks azula is amazing and gorgeous. i think theyre a good pairing when done correctly.

zukka.

MY LOVES. i adore zukka. i think they have so many parallels in canon such as being over shadowed by their prodigy younger sisters, their insecurities, their profficiency in weaponry, their anxiety about following in their fathers footsteps (in diff ways obviously). i think their personalities mesh well together. dramatic dickhead zuko. genius snarky bastard sokka. i love them. and the content we get from zukka creators is SO GOOD. the art the fics everything. i love it so much. i personally relate very much to zuko in the sense that he has lots of anger and is dramatic and i relate to sokka a lot too in the semse that im sarcastic and smart and hide my emotions a lot and sometimes feel second best to my friends. i see myself in both of them and when i see them together being happy it makes me feel happy.

zukka fans on the other hand. there are good zukka fans out there. there are wonderful funny amazing zukka fans out there. but holy fuck the number of zukkas out there who conpletely fetishize the ship and strip away all of their character traits so they can make them into a weak little baby boy zuko and a suave macho man sokka (which btw are both racist characatures. if you havent seen all the poc on this app who have called these characterizations out then please please please reevaluate how ur interacting w zukka because not only is it so out of characfer for both of them. it is literally racist). and while there are so many good fics and fanarts for zukka, there is an OVERWHELMINGS number of racist, transphobic, biphobic, homophobic, and all around problematic content everywhere. and some fans are so toxic that it makes me rlly dislike being a zukka sometimes. i will always love the ship but sometimes i feel a little embarassed to be associated with it. i know that i do my best to stay far away from the toxic fans but it gets so frustrating sometimes. i know not every zukka is like this, literally all of my zukka mutuals are wonderful and amazing. but the amount of toxic fans is turning so many people off of the ship and causing people who genuinely enjoyed it to be turned off by it and its giving the good zukkas a bad name. im very upset by the reputation zukka fans have gained on this website from the toxic fans who antagonize other ships (primarily zks. i love zk. just because zks ship zuko with katara doesnt mean that its awful. toxic zukkas plz leave zks alone. so many of them are so nice. i know theres always toxic fans in every fandom and for every ship but like,,, its just so much easier to stay in ur own lane yk?). with that being said i love zukka as a ship but the fans have made it hard for many people to enjoy so sometimes its frustrating. but i love zukka. i think they are a wonderful ship and they are my favorite one in atla.