#i have a beautiful day outside so thanks to that the quality is just perfect and normally you will see all details i made!!

[heavenlytouches]

can you write a imagine about charles xavier? like, you and him are roomates on college and one day you just confess to each other? plsplsplsplsplsplsplspls

Hello dear and thank you so so much for a request! This idea is so so goodl :D. Also thank you for feeding my Charles Xavier/James McAvoy obsession xD Let’s goo :O El <3

Charles Xavier- mind games

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GN reader

<3 (SFW)

TW-none

YOUNG!Charles Xavier

studying calmly until Charles suggests a "mind-reading" game ;)

HUMAN!reader doesn't know Charles is a telepath

Charles Xavier

The rain drizzled gently against the window, a soothing rhythm that filled the dimly lit room with a calming energy. The soft sounds of droplets racing down the glass played a subtle background melody to your weary thoughts.

The common room of your college dorm was strewn with textbooks, notebooks, and an assortment of empty coffee mugs that had once proudly proclaimed the need for caffeine during late-night study sessions.

Across the cluttered table, the ever-charismatic Charles Xavier was hunched over a thick volume of psychology, his brow furrowed in concentration. He looked beautiful as ever- his silky dark hair slightly damp from walking in the rain and his blue eyes alight with intelligence.

Charles was brilliant, charming, and effortlessly flirtatious; the perfect concoction of qualities that made it impossible for you to see him as just a friend. In a way, he knew it too, though neither of you spoke about the unspoken tension lingering between you.

As you flipped through the relevant chapters of your own textbook, you stole a glance at him—it seemed like a perfect time to study, yet the heavy clouds outside made everything feel a little too gloomy. You sighed, breaking the silence. You could somehow feel him in your head.

“I can’t focus like this, Charles. It’s too dreary.”

Charles looked up, his expression shifting from studious to mischievous.

“Oh, come on! That just means there are more interesting things we could be doing.”

You rolled your eyes, ready for him to suggest another one of his ridiculous distractions, but you had to admit that part of you was curious.

“And what do you have in mind?”

He leaned back, an easy grin spreading across his face. His ocean-like eyes gleaming.

“How about a game of mind reading?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. Charles was looking at you with amusement.

“That sounds like a terrible idea. You’d just end up winning—again.”

“Exactly."

He said, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

“And it’ll give me a chance to demonstrate my exceptional telepathic abilities.”

“Telepathic abilities?”

You raised an eyebrow. He was always saying he's all that and a bag of chips, You adored that but sometimes, he could go overboard with making up stories.

“Are you trying to impress me?”

“Maybe a little.”

He replied, leaning closer. The space between the two of you seemed to shrink as his tone softened, and your breath caught in your throat.

You turned your gaze back to your books, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. His teasing flirtations made it difficult to maintain your composure, especially when you secretly harbored feelings for him that were only getting harder to hide.

“Alright, I’m game. Show me what you got!”

You relented, trying to keep your tone light, but the fluttering in your stomach said otherwise.

Charles’s face lit up with a playful glint as he shifted closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“Okay, here’s how it works: I’ll guess what you’re thinking, and if I’m right, you have to concede that I’m the ultimate mind reader."

You rolled your eyes, thinking he's just messing with you. He caught your gaze and placed a finger to your lips, shushing you and adding, so self assured:

"But if I’m wrong, I’ll do your next homework assignment.”

You chuckled, pleased with the stakes.

“Fine! But don’t cry when you can’t read my mind.”

He faltered for a second, presenting a faux-stern expression.

“You underestimate my skills. Ready?”

You were deep in your thoughts, something he will never guess. You remember watching a movie with him. You made a fool of yourself, snorting like an idiot. You're sure he doesn't remember that moment. You had your joker.

As he sat cross-legged on the floor, you watched him watch you, his gaze steady as if he were truly delving into your thoughts. He leaned on one hand, his slender fingers against his temple. You felt a strange thrill rush through you, as if you were participating in something much more profound. A moment passed, then he grinned.

“You’re thinking about the last time we watched a movie together and how I made you laugh so hard you snorted.”

You blinked, wondering briefly how he could’ve gotten that right—not that you’d ever verbally confessed. With shock, you replied:

“Okay, yes! But that’s just—”

He cut you off, waving his hand dismissively.

“Next round! This time, I’ll go deeper.”

You didn’t realize what he meant until the atmosphere shifted around you, a tangible tension wrapping tightly at the back of your mind. Suddenly, his smile faded, replaced by an intense look of focus.

You looked at Charles, his hair dry now collecing in small locks around his face, his blue eyes gazing at you. He was perfect. His freckles were gently glowing, dimmed light casting a warm shadow on his face.

His gaze held yours, something unspoken passing between you. After a moment, the corner of his mouth tugged upwards again.

“It's me huh? You like me. Like, really like me.”

Your heart raced, pounding like the rain outside, as embarrassment washed over you in crimson waves. You snapped out of your imagination, staring at him.

“No, I don’t—”

“Come on.”

He teased, his voice smooth as silk.

“I can practically feel your thoughts. I can navigate this storm of feelings you’ve got for me.”

You swallowed, trying to muster some semblance of dignity.

“That’s not fair! You’re a telepath!”

“True..”

He said, his gaze softening, genuine warmth radiating from him.

“But I’d like to think—given the circumstances—you’d have just as much courage if you knew.”

“Are you… are you sure?”

You murmured, vulnerability flickering through you.

His grin turned sincere then, a vulnerable glimmer in his eyes.

“I felt the same way, believe me. I just kept hoping you’d figure it out."

He smiled softly, moving closer to you, his fingers still pressed on his temple.

"I'm sure can share our feelings without mind games.”

You nodded, heart racing as a wave of relief washed over you. The air around you buzzed with a new electricity, and for a moment, everything felt right.

“So, will you let me guess what you’re thinking now?”

Charles asked, a smirk returning to his lips, his characteristic cheekiness resurfacing.

“No!”

You exclaimed, unable to contain your laughter.

“Though I think I have some mind games of my own that I could play.”

His laughter echoed through the room, merging with the sound of rain, filling the space with warmth and possibility. You knew this was just the beginning of something exciting and terrifying, and you couldn’t wait to unravel it further together.

“You’re on, mysterious one.”

He said, leaning back in expectation, as you both settled back, laughter spilling out like an open window to every secret and every future dream waiting to be shared.

I hope y'all liked this one :D. Wow two James McAvoy connected posts in a row TwT (guess my fav actor).

Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!

I love you guys so much <33

(@iseveryoneherederanged another one babes ^^)

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[devilstruly]

PASS IT FORWARD

pairing - timeskip. kuroo tetsuro (shocking ik) x msby manager gn. reader

summarization - being co-workers (kinda) and more than friends with kuroo comes with its pros and cons

includes - mutual pining, pining at work, distractions at work, did i mention pining, msby 4 and all the shenanigans that come with them, etc.

a/n - i've been thinking about this the whole day and i need to get it out. kinda long whoops. hopefully you'll like it tho <3

It's around 5 pm when you're finally able to sit down on one of the benches by the court, your papers and notes disregarded in your bag. Propping your chin on your hand, you watch in amusement as Atsumu sets to Sakusa and the latter hits a perfect line-shot.

The blonde is undeniably talented, anyone can see it from a mile away, but in all your months of knowing him the awe you feel never seems to falter. Not to mention the outside hitter. The curly-haired objectively handsome outside hitter.

Most times, you question the higher forces when it comes to dealing with these four, but when you have time to sit and observe them it becomes very clear why they get the amount of attention they do. All of them have these amazing qualities that seem to just lure people in. And apparently a lot of people seem to share that sentiment.

Kuroo Tetsuro included.

-

It's around 6.30 pm when Kuroo finally steps out of the JVA's main building, the light breeze causing his bangs to sway to the right.

He immediately fishes his phone out of his coat pocket, ignoring all the other messages and immediately going to his contact list.

The whole day today he was drowning in work and didn't even have a chance to text you and tell you his proposal was approved. Sponsorships flooded in, arrangements had to be made, timings discussed, and so on and so forth.

While he awaits for the steady beeps to pass and your voice to replace them, he can't help the small smile on his face.

'Hey! Finally decided to leave?'

At the sound of your voice his smile inevitably widens and he has to bite his lip to suppress it even the tiniest bit.

'Yeah, someone has to do the extra work around here.'

'Not if you're not getting paid for it you don't.'

'You have a point. It's worth it though.'

'Is it?'

Kuroo can practically see the face you're making and the image has him completely forgetting about the cold outside.

He's so focused on the warmth spreading through him, as well as all the memories from a few hours prior, it takes him a moment to register you calling out his name.

'Kuroo? You there?'

He forces himself to take a deep breath.

'They approved it.'

-

'Oh my god! Tetsu! That's fucking amazing! Congratulations!'

His deep chuckle reverberates through your phone and the swarm of butterflies in your stomach increases tenfold.

'Thank you. We should celebrate, don't you think? Dinner's on me. Invite the guys and meet me at Miya's at 7.30.'

'Okay. See you soon.'

You hang up with pride radiating of off you, so much so that even Sakusa is intrigued by your sudden spirit uplifting.

'What was that about?'

Four familiar faces surround you as your arms fly up in the air, your grin rivaling Hinata's signature smile.

'Kuroo's pitch was approved!'

A series of positively shocked statements follow, but all you can focus on is the happiness cursing through your whole body.

-

The familiar layout of Onigiri Miya greets the five of you when you step through the front door, immediately spotting Kuroo occupying one of the bigger tables. He's laughing at something Suna is showing him on his phone and for a moment your world just stops.

His hair falls every which way, due to the amount of times he ran his hand through it probably, his tie is loosened and the first two buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

And he's laughing. That horrible, loud, manic hyena laugh that has you nearly tripping over your own feet.

Everything about him is naturally beautiful, in ways you couldn't even begin to describe.

Not to mention his eyes. You could get lost in those forever. There's just something about the golden specs in them and the intensity in his gaze whenever it meets yours.

Like now.

When he looks up he finds you immediately, and if possible his grin widens. It's like his body has a mind of its own because before he knows it he's standing in front of you.

'Hi.'

'Hi.'

Atsumu rolls his eyes somewhere behind you, the action earning him a slap on the back of his head by his brother, but you can't be bothered by anything besides Kuroo.

'I'm so proud of you, Tetsu!'

Your arms envelop him in a flash and he prays you don't feel the speed of his heartbeat.

Like a puzzle, when his own arms wrap around your form it feels like a perfect fit that neither of you wants to break. Unfortunately, you eventually do, but make no effort to move further.

God those eyes.

'Get a room already!'

Atsumu's shout breaks you both out of your trance, flushed cheeks and sheepish smiles.

'Before we start, I have an announcement.'

All attention falls onto the tall man who doesn't seem at all fazed by it, another thing you admired about him.

'You all...'

He makes a long pause for dramatic effect, which earns him a slap on the arm from you.

'...Are looking at the new Special Chief of PR Department at JVA.'

'Wait, seriously?!'

'Mhm.'

The table errupts in cheers and claps and you, once again, feel that fulfilling surge of pride when you look at him.

'You're fucking amazing.'

You shake your head with fondness. Fondness that Kuroo senses when he looks at you.

Under the dim lights of Osamu's restaurant, you admire the sharpness of his jawline, the curve of his nose, the way his stupidly messy hair covers half of his right eye...And too caught up in him, you fail to notice his eyes unable to pull away from your lips.

He was already standing close, you two never seemed to care for personal space, but he takes a step closer for good measure. It seems to have the desired effect when your eyes snap up to meet his, the corner of his lips tugging upwards ever so slightly.

'Do you mind if I-'

His voice is barely above a whisper but you cut him off with a nod and zero second thoughts.

'Please do.'

The moment your lips meet it's officially game over.

It's just you two in the world, no customers, no pro-athletes throwing comments in the background, just him.

[kenzlovesyou]

kate martin x reader who loves to cook? maybe not a big back, but someone who loves cooking for others and trying new foods?

yes i love this idea sm thank you for sending! as always, requests are always open! i hope you guys like this one :)

Made With Love - Kate Martin x Reader

You loved to cook. Whenever you did, it brought back memories of your grandmother and a happy home. The smell of soup boiling on the stove, brownies in the oven, it all reminded you of love. So now, you think of love whenever you cook. You were never good with words, so you used taste to show your affection for others. You’d always imagined the day you would be able to cook for someone you cared the most about. Your cooking was “scared” though, so you always waited to save it for the right person

After dating Kate for about six months, you realized you finally found the person you loved most. The one you wanted to cook for. Kate was smart, beautiful, kind, athletic, the list went on. You couldn’t name one thing about Kate that you didn’t love. Well, except her away games. That you didn’t love. You hated being away from her. However, it posed as a perfect opportunity for you to prepare what you wanted to make Kate as a surprise for her return. You needed a dish that said ‘Hey! I missed you!’ but also something that said ‘I suck at words and I’m trying to say I love you’.

Of course, you settled on a romantic but simple dinner. Chicken and pasta. Besides the fact that it was something you knew how to make like the back of your hand, you also knew it was Kate’s favorite meal. You were so excited you just had to tell Kate to expect something special.

Y/n 💕

get ready for a surprise when ur home ;)

Kate ❤️🧸

Oh my

Y/n 💕

nonnonono stop not like that

Kate ❤️🧸

😂🤣 I miss you so much!

You smiled at Kate’s messages. They seemed dry, but that was just Kate. You hoped she was missing you as much as you missed her. You hoped she was finally ready to say ‘I love you’.

While you were semi starting to panic, you went to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients you needed. You wanted to go above and beyond for Kate, like she always does for you, and make homemade pasta. You searched through the aisles and definitely splurged on a few higher quality (but also higher priced) items. You told yourself it was for Kate, but really it was for both of you. Once you were finished picking out your assortment of items, you checked out and went home to get to work.

As you rolled out the fresh pasta dough you’d just made, your mind floated to your favorite thought: Kate. You simply loved the thought of her. Something about cooking for her felt so domestic to you and for once it wasn’t scary. It wasn’t scary to think about life with Kate. You knew she cared for you and you cared for her. She was your teddy bear and protected you from anything bad, you loved her more than anything.

You looked at the time. It read 4:45. ‘Perfect timing!’ you thought to yourself. Kate would be home around 5:30, so you should have everything ready by then. You quickly placed the store bought flowers you had gotten into a vase with water and an ice cube and put it onto the dining table. You took two plates out of the cabinet and dished servings onto them. Right as you placed the plates on the table, you heard keys jingling outside your door. There she was.

You ran up to the door and swung it open as Kate unlocked it from the other side. Kate saw you and her face immediately brightened up. She put her bag down and pulled you into a tight hug. You smiled as you snuggled into her, you’d missed this a lot.

“Hi, my sweet sunshine!” Kate said to you as she placed a soft kiss on your cheek. You giggled and took her arm in yours, dragging her to the dining room. “Hi baby! Come on, I made you dinner!” Kate was shocked to say the least. You’d told her about you special your cooking was to you and how you were saving your skills for when you fell in love with a special person. She remembered how she’d joked that in that case you and her would be cooking for each other in no time.

The two of you sat down to eat and you looked at her expectantly as she took her first bite. You looked up into her eyes hopefully.

“Baby, this is amazing! I can’t believe you did all this for me!”

“All for you, Kate kat! It’s just my way of saying…y’know..”

Kate stared at you, waiting for you to finish what you were saying. When you realized she really wanted you to say it, you finally let the words fall out of your mouth.

“It’s my way of saying that I love you, Kate Martin. I love you so much. And I’m sorry it took me so long to say it but here I am saying it now because I’m crazy about you. I’ve never felt this way before. I love you.” You spilled out your feelings at a quick pace, almost not stopping for a breath of air. Kate simply smiled and got up from her seat. She bent down to where you were sat at the table and kissed you. It didn’t feel like a regular kiss, something about this one felt so much more natural and much more full of warmth and love than all your other kisses had felt like. It felt explosive like fireworks.

“I love you even more, Y/n.”

Kate finally broke the kiss and you two returned to your dinner. Once it was finished, Kate happily washed the dishes and you put on a movie. Neither of you paid much attention to it though, you both finding the other much more appealing to look at.

“So,” Kate smirked, “since you made me dinner does that also mean I get dessert?”

[melithril]

[Adar] - A Romantic Dinner

♫ - Perfect - Ed Sheeran

A request from a lovely Anon with a nice surprise at the end, I really enjoyed writing this one so I hope you all enjoy! <3

Nature was beautiful. Everywhere you went, flora and fauna graced the Earth. Your favourite thing to do was to find fresh herbs and fruits out in the wild that you knew you could make something of. Sauce, jams, pie; you name it, you loved to make it. There was something so freeing about cooking, and using ingredients so fresh was the best part.

You were thankful that your love, Adar, was fond of most foods. At first, when you had started courting him, your worry lay in just what you should make him to eat. After you had asked him what uruk's ate, he just smiled at you.

"My children mostly enjoy meat, but I, my beloved, would eat anything your hands are gracious enough to make."

He always was a charmer, and at first you thought it was perhaps because he was being polite. After the first few months with him, you quickly realised that this was no joke; Adar really did eat practically anything. He had lived a past in which food was neither fresh nor pleasant, and for the most part was scarce. Therefore, now he knew food was more abundant for him and his family, his palette was more than happy to eat anything.

It had been quite a rough few weeks for you all in the camp. Threats from each corner of Middle Earth loomed over you, and the stress levels in your lover were high. So, waking up that day you had decided to venture out into the nearby forest to see what you may find. You knew Adar would be busy in his throne room most of the day tending to what business he may have, and so you saw your perfect opportunity.

"My love," Adar spoke, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Be safe out there on your walk, please. The last thing I need is you going missing or getting hurt. If you are not back by sundown, I will send someone to look for you."

His concern made your heart swell. Adar always put you first, always looking out for you where he could. You smiled up at him. All he knew was that you were going for a walk, but not what the intentions of the day were; that was to be a surprise. 

"Do not worry, Adar, I will be safe. Now, you best be off before you are late. I know you have much to do. I love you."

"And I you, my sweet." 

With a kiss to his lips, you bid him off at the door and waited some time before you left to make sure he wasn't coming back. Excited, you grabbed your basket and bag, heading out into the wilderness that lay beyond the camp walls. 

You were gone some time, though not the whole day. In reality, it was perhaps two hours which was not at all a bad time. You had lots of time to prepare your meal, and a hell of a lot of ingredients to do so. Strawberries, raspberries, apples, bunches of herbs and even some mushrooms filled your basket and you couldn't wait to get them back to your kitchen.

As you began cooking, you giggled to yourself in excitement. You had hoped this may cheer Adar up and help him through this rough patch. It was horrible to see him so stressed out, far from the sweet and otherwise wonderful man you had come to love. Though still just as loving, he was instead quite closed off and quiet, and you knew there was so much on his mind. You were determined tonight to take most of those feelings away, to help him relax and to spend some quality time with him as you had not done so in what felt like an age. 

The sun was beginning to set, and so you left your home momentarily to ask one of the guards outside to send word to Adar that you were fine. The last thing you needed was him worrying and coming over early to check on you. The uruk smiled at you and agreed, and with your thanks he left to deliver your message. 

As the final things went into the oven to keep warm, you cleared up the kitchen and set the table. Standing back, you admired the view before you.

The table was adorned with a red cloth, napkins set nicely on either side. Some tall candles sat either side, lit and burning away with a smell of sage. In the centre, a platter of fresh strawberries, apples and blueberries, most from your travel today and raspberries in the middle; Adar's favourite. Apple tart, fresh potatoes and vegetables, with a roasted chicken too all sat present and ready to be eaten. Not to forget your favourite side dish, lembas bread, in your father's old bread basket to finish. 

Proud of yourself, you heard the door handle click and the shuffle of feet in your living room. Heading out, you greeted Adar with a hug.

"My love," he rasped, sounding very tired but still spending the energy to lift you off your feet. When you were returned to the ground, you cupped his face in your hand.

"Adar, I trust your day was well?"

"It was about as well as it could have been. I am tired, but something smells very good in the kitchen. I never have been able to resist your cooking."

Grinning, you were very glad he noticed. Beckoning him to you, you took his hand and led him to the table. As he arrived round the corner, his eyes widened at the sight. 

"You beautiful thing," he gasped. "What is this all for? A special occasion?"

"No," you chuckled, leading him to sit in his chair. "Just because I wanted to. I went out today to fetch these ingredients, and for the most part I got what I needed. This is for you to relax, I know how much you have been working and I wanted to make you forget every bad thing just for one night. So, please enjoy."

Adar kept your hand, simply looking at you like you were otherworldly. In his mind, he could not fathom why someone would go to the effort you had for him tonight, but he was beyond grateful that you had. His hands found your waist and he pulled you in to a hug, his head resting on your chest. You kissed the top of his head and held him, knowing he probably needed it. Running your hands through his hair, you let him pull away when he was ready. 

"Now, Adar, you eat. You need it and it's going cold."

With a wink, you took your own seat and the two of you ate and chatted until the candles had all but burned down. 

Dinner had come to an end, and it was the most relaxed either of you had been in so long. You could see it in Adar's face; he was happier, lighter and laughing a lot more. He was back to the Adar you got to see behind closed doors. As you began to clear the table, in the highest spirits you'd been for a while. Adar pushed back his chair and pulled you to him and into his lap.

"Leave that for now," he whispered into your ear. Obliging, not in any position to complain, you allowed him to keep you close.

Entwining your hands into his hair, Adar took your hands and kissed your knuckles gently.

"My star, thank you this evening. You did not have to go to all of that trouble but I am very thankful to you for it. I do not know what I would do without you here. You are my rock, my guide, and I am grateful to spend this life with you."

A tear cascaded down your face, but not a sad one. Of of relief, of happiness that things felt normal in this moment.

"Adar, my beloved, I would do anything to keep your smile around. To see you happy. There is no better feeling for me than to see you at peace. I will fight to keep every bad thing at bay. You have done so much for me, in so many ways, this is a display of a fraction of how thankful I am."

Adar hummed and smiled up at you. He buried his face int your chest, allowing himself to focus on your breathing before placing soft kisses on your collarbone. One hand rested on your thigh and the other had a firm grip on your waist. Adar moved his lips upwards, leaving a trail of small, light marks as he went. His kisses had now reached your neck, where he bit down just a tad harder, laughing at your surprised noise. 

"So," he breathed against your jawline. "You'd do anything to keep my smile, would you?"

"Without a second thought, of course I would," you replied, your voice slightly shaky from the pleasant feelings. 

Adar pulled back and moved his hand from your thigh to tilt your chin to look him in the eyes. You could get lost in his eyes, they left you helpless. In the dying light of the candles, they shone even more than usual. He stood, standing you on your feet and placed you back on the chair as he knelt before you. Taking both your hands in his own, you looked at him quizzically. His voice was low and strong as he spoke his next words. 

"Then wed me, my star."

Your eyes widened, and it was your turn to be shocked. Adar continued.

"Wed me, and let us defy the darkness looming over us with this act of love. Let us prove that love can prosper even in the worst of times. I have come to realise these past few months that I need you, and I have never wanted to be with someone like this. I want to spend the rest of the ages we have with you, my love. If you'll have me, I am yours."

As he finished talking, he pulled the ring off his last finger and held it to you, eyes not wavering from your own. Tears had filled your eyes as you looked back, finding only love waiting on Adar's face. Throwing your arms around his neck, your voice trembled with delight as you whispered into his ear.

"Of course, Adar. I will marry you."

Adar let out a happy laugh, one of relief and joy. He leaped to his feet, pulling you with him as you wrapped your legs around his torso. Holding you close, tears fell from the uruk's eyes as well as your own, and you both shared in the moment of pure and honest ecstasy. You couldn't believe Adar was going to be yours for the rest of the ages.

Adar placed you gently onto the table, taking your hand and placing the ring on your finger.

"My starlight, I cannot wait for the rest of our lives. I promise with all that I have that I will protect you, and I will love you with everything I can give. I am yours, in every way."

"As am I yours, Adar. I am excited to make this life with you, to build on what we have. There is no man I would rather have."

Adar pulled you into a breathtaking kiss, standing in between your legs as he took your face in his hands. Your fingers wrapped themselves in his hair as the kiss deepened, his hands roaming from your face to your waist and your thighs. He could not get enough of you in this moment. Hoisting you up, you pulled away just long enough to see his face. 

Adar grinned and winked at you, before carrying you towards the bedroom.

The future was uncertain, and unstable, but now you knew Adar would be in it with you and that was a comforting thought. You knew nothing of what the future may hold, but you most certainly knew one thing about tonight:

Sleep was far from on the menu.

Thanks for reading! <3

[wayfayrr]

Hey there, I wondered if Tears ever gets insecure about his arm, scars or possibly even his height. Like I find his height absolutely perfect and adorable but he is smaller than most other people and it might bother him?

So I've been wondering how he acts when insecure and what would be a good way to comfort him. I would just hold him and try to convince him of all the good qualities he has. As well as petting through his hair. Making him feel loved and secure. And honestly an extraordinary arm isn't that bad, it doesn't affect who he is after all.

I wonder if that would help or he'd need some other form of comfort. Or maybe to be left alone. Anything from an answer to hc's to a short story or even deletion is fine! If you even have time and are willing that is!

Have a great day! <3

I absolutely loved this request, thank you so much for it - I've gone with three different possible scenarios for why he could be dealing with feeling insecure and some headcanons for how you could help him feel better about himself after each one <3 There is one major one I left out but the issue regarding his memories will definitely be explored some time soon!

honestly exploring tears is just so fun, it's nice tearing into his different layers :3c headcanons under the cut!

[masterlist]

due to his prosthetic 

✦ This is the easiest of his insecurities to deal with, as it only really tends to show itself when his phantom pains act up. 

✦ he’s long used to having lost his arm by the point that you meet, having had to figure out a replacement for when Rauru’s arm faded after his second quest was over.

✦ despite that though he still isn’t used to the ricocheting pain he gets once every so often, less now than when he was first still drowned in gloom but still just as debilitating. 

✦ He just needs to taken away from other people and shown affection, reassured that his is a benefit rather than something people only pity him for. 

✦ it’s all he really needs in those moments of vulnerability, when he can feel the flesh being shredded from his none existent bone. 

“Wouldn't it be better if there was some way to just have my arm go back to how it should be? That way I wouldn’t be such a burden when he decides to haunt me again.” “Sherbert whatever do you mean? You aren’t a burden for this, why even consider it?” “The whole group has had to come to a stop just because of this stupid pain and I know you’ve seen time getting pissed off with me for the things I can do with it.” “Time’s just an old man who’s worried about your safety, he means no harm with it. Wars got the rest to come to a stop for the same reason, not because you’re a burden, but because we care for you.” “But If my arm wasn’-” “Your arm is part of who you are. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, I love you for you Li, don’t even waste your energy thinking otherwise.”

✦ another way to help him through these patches is more to do with also indulging his love for learning about your home, or well more to the point - stickers. Giving him ones with meaning and that he thinks are pretty help him to work his confidence back. Because it wouldn't be possible without his arm!

due to his height 

✦ This comes out even rarer than his doubts about his arm, and only due to a very specific scenario and that’s if you’re talking about Earth's beauty standards - how taller people are often seen as more attractive.

✦ If you aren’t quick to say otherwise he’s going to assume that’s what you think too, it’s going to do a real number on his self esteem - because the thing is, he never really cares about what other people think about him, it simply doesn’t even register as something he should be worried about before he met you outside of the memory issue but that’s a whole other thing 

✦ this is the first time that something that REALLY has never been an issue for him becomes a big problem, if you aren’t aware of why he’s feeling like this then the sudden shift will come as a surprise. As he starts to avoid you and tear up whenever you see him before leaving. The rest of the chain mention that they’ve seen him tinkering with things but no one has seen exactly what it is.  

✦ the reason it came up was possibly from another member of the chains jealousy of how close the two of you were before this, or simply another villager trying to get you to go with them ‘because why wouldn’ t you want a tall handsome guy? 

✦ the sooner you can catch on and comfort him the better, as it’ll give it less time to get stuck in his head that you aren’t comforting him because it’s true, and it’s harder to tell himself that it isn’t while you’re pretty much confirming it

✦ but when you finally do get through to him that you don’t care about his height? That you aren’t secretly judging him for being so short? He’ll have a little moment where he breaks down, he’s been avoiding you for so long… and for what? All that time with you he’s missed over such a ridiculous reason will haunt him for at least a few days. 

“Tears? Link what are you doing? You’ve been avoiding me for nearly a week now. And - are those?” “I, no I haven’t been ‘avoiding’ you, just, I’ve just been busy… yeah.” “Were you just making those stilts this whole time? Is that why you’ve blanked me, seriously?” “I just - I, that - in the village.” “Hey, hey lilac there’s no need to cry love, I’m not angry, I’ve just missed you. You don’t have to tell me why, it’s just worried me.” “It - that guy, what he said - I just, wouldn’t you prefer someone taller?” “Well someone taller wouldn’t be you love. And I couldn’t even imagine being with someone else.” “R-really?” “Really darling.”

✦ he'll be impossibly clingy and almost showy after the fact, to the point where other people start getting concerned about how close he's getting - but it's not like he's hurt anyone else over it yet but if the villager who planted the idea in his head ever appears again then, well who would blame him..?

due to his sexuality (haha demiromantic asexual tears hc stepping innn)

✦ This is a bit more of a unique one, because it isn’t something he’s had to put all that much thought into before, it’s just never come up, but when he hears how some of the others talk about relationships he starts to have doubts about himself. 

✦ He simply doesn’t feel things that the others have described and the things that he has felt happened so much slower than how they said it did for them. He simply can’t help but question if there was- is something wrong with him. 

✦ He only started to fall when he was good friends with you, not the instant connection that he heard that time had with malon, or twi with midna. He doesn’t want you the person who he loves more than his own life to be with someone who he’s starting to think as so broken. If he can’t feel love ‘right’ then how could he hope to treat you right? 

✦ If he learns about this being normal, about the fact that other people share the same things as him, that he has flags that can use to show off his identity? It’s the biggest relief that he’s felt since meeting someone who treated him like a person. 

✦ once he’s gotten it through his head that he’s not broken, and that he doesn’t need to be worried about not being enough for you. You accept him for what he is and aren’t trying to make him change. It’s something he very very rarely gets to experience, and it definitely helps him feel even closer to you in the end 

✦ some of the biggest comfort he gets is you just accepting him and letting his feelings progress at his natural rate, it’s one of the best things he could have hoped for.

[darkbluekies]

ARHGGG I KNOW ITS LATE. BUT IM SO CURIOUS ABOUT VALENTINES DAY WITH DR KRYYYYY

“Do you like me too?”

Doctor!yandere OC x reader Valentine special

Summary: Your very own doctor decides to try to make Valentine's in the hospital special for you. And for once, you're finally let outside and Dr Kry can pretend that you're a real couple.

Warnings: none really!

Word count: 1k

[I spedwrote this, im going to bed now]

Today’s a day like every other. You wake up in your bed with nothing to do. It doesn’t even register that it’s valentine's day. Why would you care? You don’t have anyone and you can’t go out on a date. 

Dr Kry has been out all morning in search of perfect gifts for you. He’s gotten flowers, chocolate, a new book and a green sweatset for you. 

When you wake up from your first nap, Dr Kry is back with the gifts in a paper bag. 

“Good morning, Y/N”, he smiles and sits down on his rolling stool. “How are you feeling today?”

“Like normal”, you mumble. “I’m never getting better.”

“Don’t be so sad. Look, I got you gifts!”

He fixes the pillow behind your back and places the paper bag on your legs. You åick up the chocolate box first and give him a wide smile. 

“I love chocolate!” you burst out. 

Dr Kry smiles fondly. You’re so cute. 

You pick up the red roses too and take a sniff. Sadly, you have lost a lot of your smell, but you can imagine how sweet their scent is. You look around, trying to find a vase. 

“I need water to put them in”, you say. 

“I’ll get a vase for you”, Dr Kry says and takes the flowers out of your hands. “They’re beautiful, right?”

“I love them.”

You pick up the book he got you. 

“You haven’t read that, right?” he asks. “Would be a shame if you have.”

“I haven’t”, you say. “It looks good. Can you read it for me tonight?”

“Of course I can. I have one more thing for you in the bag. Take a look.”

“You shouldn’t have got me so much. I don’t have anything for you.”

“You don’t have to. I like your quality time more than material goods. If I get to read for you, that’s enough of a gift for me. Look at the last thing now!” 

You pick up a pair of sage green sweatpants and a hoodie in the same color. 

“The hospital gown you’re wearing is very thin”, Dr Kry explains. “I’m sure you’re cold. This will give you some warmth.”

You look at the things you’ve gotten as your eyes tear up. Not even your last partner was as sweet as Doctor Kry.

“Thank you so much”, you smile. “You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to, don’t worry about it”, Dr Kry smiles. 

“Can I give you a hug?”

He nods and leans over to wrap you in his arms. You put your arms around his neck and he wishes that you could suffocate him. He hugs you close to his heart, enjoying the feeling of your body in his arms. 

“You should dress in the new clothes”, Dr Kry smiles. “Then you can sit and eat chocolate while I read for you.”

He helps you change into the sweatset. Oh, you’re so cute in the clothes. 

“WHat do you want for dinner?” Dr Kry asks. “I can go out and buy something special for you.”

“I want to come with you”, you say. “I want McDonald’s.”

“It’s not safe for you.”

“We can go through the drive through. I can be in the car. Please? It’s just for half an hour.”

Dr Kry sighs and nods, giving in. 

“Now lean back and grab some chocolate”, he says and picks up the book. “Here’s chapter one.”

You hug your teddy bear and take a piece of the chocolate. Dr Kry starts to read and you listen closely. 

That evening, Dr Kry dresses you in his coat and holds his arm around your shoulders. You’re wearing the sweatset he got you and his large coat. Being in a car again makes you jump up and down in the elevator. 

“I want mozzarella sticks!” you grin. “What are you going to get?”

“I don’t know”, Dr Kry says. “Maybe chicken nuggets.”

He leads you through the lobby, out to the parking lot. The sky is filled with wonderful little stars. 

“Look!” you say and breathe out. “My breath fogs!”

Dr Kry imitates you and points at the fog that exits his own. 

“Mine do too”, he smiles.

“Ah, it’s been such a long time since that happened …”

Dr Kry smiles and takes your hand. He leads you over to a white car in a protective hold, making sure that none of the people in the parking lot comes close to you. The second you see his car, you want to laugh. Of course it’s white. He opens the front seat door and straps you in as if you were a child before walking over to the driver’s seat. 

“Is this your car?” you ask and look around. 

“Yes, it is”, he smiles, turning on the engine. 

“I like it.”

Dr Kry smiles. His heart is beating oh, so hard. He feels so dizzy. This is literally a date! He’s on a date with you! You’re so cute, sitting there all innocently in the seat beside him. Your face lights up thanks to the streetlights. 

“I like car rides”, you admit. 

“You like a lot”, Dr Kry smiles. “Do you like me too?”

“You’re a good doctor. I’m happy I have you.”

His heart explodes then and there. 

You reach the McDonald’s restaurant and go in the drive through. Dr Kry gives the radio your order while you sit beside him. You look so cute in his coat. He gets filled with primal, almost animalistic tendencies. The feeling of wanting to kill something cute. You get to hold the bag in your lap as he drives back to the hospital. 

When you come back to your room, you jump onto your bed and pull up your fries. You hold out some fries to your dear doctor and he takes them carefully, blushing slightly. And there you sit for the rest of the evening, with your burger in one hand and some chocolate in the other while your doctor reads to you. Not a very bad Valentine’s after all. 

[billiuspendragon]

My Saiki K Sims Lore

I'm gonna tell you all about the lore in my little Saiki K universe on the sims because absolutely no-one asked but I'm sure you're all dying to know.

Warning: long.

Aiura and Kaido have been in a committed relationship since they were teenagers. They have been constantly loyal and are now engaged, though Aiura is now having a mid-life crisis and flirted with some people at her bachelorette party -- but that was just a one-time thing! I think their relationship has been going on long enough that it will be fine.

Info: Aiura has been a witch from birth. Kaido was born human, but was bitten by a werewolf as a teenager. It was like a dream come true for him. Since then he has bitten Satou Hiroshi, disrupting his normalcy and turning him into a werewolf too!

Nendou and Teruhashi are exes, on good terms. They dated as teenagers and went to a prom together. It was a sweet and wholesome relationship, but eventually Kokomi realised while dancing with Aiura that her interests lay a different way, so she broke up with him.

Oh, by the way, that happened while Saiki was dead. He died in a tragic accident (or was it an accident...?) while trying to fix the TV. (Was the TV sabotaged electrocute him on purpose by a certain scientist? Who knows!) Anyway, the other characters worked tirelessly to bring him back, with Kokomi and Kusuke taking up gardening so they could grow the precious life fruit, Nendou learning fishing to catch the death fish, and Akechi mastering the cooking skill so he could make ambrosia.

While everyone was learning their skills, Nendou visited the graveyard whenever he could to talk to his best friend's ghost. On one, tear-jerking occasion, he kept the ghost-saiki in conversation for as long as possible in a fruitless attempt to keep him from returning to the netherworld, even as the sun rose.

His nighttime escapades to the graveyard landed him in trouble with the police many times, but that didn't stop Nendou. He kept on going again and again, until he aged up into an adult and it wasn't a problem anymore (only teens and kids get in trouble for being out after curfew).

Eventually, the ambrosia was made. Unfortunately, Ghost!Saiki chose this moment to be a really fussy eater and fucking SPURNED it, even though it was PERFECT quality -- but eventually he got it down and came back to life! It was a beautiful moment, with all his friends crowding around him and telling him all he had missed. Saiki was very surprised to learn that Kaido was a werewolf -- in fact, he fainted when he saw him transform. Poor Saiki.

Ever since then, Saiki has had sever memory issues (it must be a glitch in the game). Every time he visits the park, he makes a memory as if it's his first time going outside, and the memory fades after a day or so. He can sustain relationships, but can he remember how he got into those relationships? Not a chance. He and Kuboyasu are currently dating, but Saiki does not remember meeting him or getting together with him. And they argue a lot. It's not a great relationship honestly, but maybe it'll get better...?

Chiyo, Hairo, Suzimiya, Aren and Satou all live in a separate house together, and they all hate Akechi. One time he visited them and took a little nap on their sofa and they all came downstairs to shout at him at once because apparently he wasn't supposed to do that. Then he tried to make them breakfast as an apology and they shouted at him again!!!!!!

At one point Saiki got abducted by aliens but nothing really came out of it. Usually alien abductions result in mpreg but apparently Saiki said "no thank u" which is perfectly fair enough honestly. It was just a little adventure for him. The Disastrous Alien Abduction of Saiki K.

Kokomi is in a happy relationship with Suzimiya Hii. I don't know what it is about her, but they clicked as soon as they met.

Akechi and Kusuke are exes, on BAD terms. They had a lot of wacky little dates at first, and it was all fun and games, but then Kusuke had a mid-life crisis and started cheating. With multiple people. Akechi was very upset when he found out -- it really wasn't pretty. One of the people Kusuke had a fling with is called Brain Burger (not Brian, BRAIN) and he's the cleaner for the house, which is a bit awkward. Brain is also a total weirdo -- one time he literally just got into bed with Kokomi while she was sleeping. Like dude, boundaries????? I think I should probably fire him. I couldn't do so at the time because he wasn't on duty -- all I could do was ask him to leave.

Kokomi and Aiura are very close friends. They're the kind of besties who flirt with each other and slow dance sometimes but never in a serious way, you know? Just gals being pals.

Nendou and Kusuke became enemies basically as soon as they started talking, but that was many years ago and I don't think they mind each other now. Kusuo and Kusuke on the other hand, are "old enemies". The hatred might not be fresh, but it is still damn well there.

Kusuke's complicated. He mayyy have had a hand in Saiki's untimely death but he also worked extremely hard to bring him back. Don't know what happens in that man's head (I say, as though I'm not the one orchestrating this whole thing) It's funny because Akechi also had a hand in his death, though I'm sure he didn't mean it. For an electrical appliance to electrocute someone on the sims there must first be a puddle of water on the floor.

They all (Aiura, Kaido, Nendou, Akechi, Kusuke, Kokomi and Kusuo) live in a giant mansion together, though Kusuo has his own mini house outside (he needs his personal space) with a kitchen and a bedroom, and he just spends all his days in there watching cooking shows on the TV. Kusuke Saiki also has a cat called "Bitch" who is grey and has no tail. Don't let the name deceive you; Kusuke loves him very much. They are best friends.

Nendou's lifetime wish is to adopt a unicorn, but he's only seen wild horses so far, and none of them have let him pet them.

aaaand I think that's all the important stuff. I'm more invested in this world than I have been for any other Sims game. I'm gonna stay with these guys until they all die of old age. I'm planning to have Aiura and Kaido have a kid soon so there can be another generation to play after they're gone </3

!Oh! Another interesting thing:

Since I made Teruhashi a fairy (I thought it was fitting for her) her lifetime is about three times longer than all the others. While they're all dying of old age, she's still gonna be a young adult. Even Saiki, who is a genie, doesn't have this extra long lifespan. I didn't realise this while I was making them, but it's gonna be interesting.

[into-crazy]

be my valentine

Arthur Fleck x Reader drabble

Summary: Valentine's Day with Arthur♡

Warnings- consumption of alcohol, but mostly fluff, ages 18+(🍷in this case 21)

I wanted to get this out in time so I hope it's not too bad. Happy Valentine's Day💝

As Valentine's Day approaches, it's certainly not hard to notice with the numerous gifts which filled the shops in Gotham city. All the bright pink and red colors. The words I love you and Happy Valentine's Day plastered every where. Teddy bears carrying little plush hearts. Boxes filled with luxurious chocolates. Heart shaped balloons. Bouquets of flowers both real and plastic. Shelves full of cards with sentimental phrases. Various bottles of wine. The list can continue.

It fills your chest with warmth, as you find the concept of the holiday rather sweet. It's a sweetheart day. And well, you just so happen to have a very special sweetheart. Arthur Fleck.

You plan something very special for Arthur as the date comes up. From having saved up a generous amount of money and requesting to leave work early in advance, you made sure that you were prepared to pull it all together.

This past week leading up to Valentine's day, you'd spotted a perfect gift for him in the window of a gentleman's shop. There was a rack containing a few men's belts. Your eyes had instantly glued to a really nice brown one. Surprisingly it was made of durable quality for an affordable price. You immediately bought it for Arthur and hid it in your dresser under all your clothes.

You were keeping everything regarding your plans concealed from Arthur, as it was going to be a wonderful surprise for him. After all, he deserves it.

Finally, the day arrives. February 14th.

Your morning went by like usual. After work, you stopped at the local market and a second hand shop to pick up everything that you'd need before rushing home. Smiling all the way there as you're unable to contain your excitement.

Once back in the comfort of your shared home, you set the bags on the counter and waste no time in getting everything ready.

You'd found a lovely pair of smokey brown wine goblets from the thrift store. From the market, you picked up a bottle of wine, a small gift bag for the belt, a balloon to tie on the gift bag, and the ingredients needed to make chocolate covered strawberries.

After placing the wine in the freezer to chill, you get right to work on the strawberries. Your heart swells while you prepare the fruit. Dipping them in melted chocolate, then decorating them with pink and red sprinkles. They looked so pretty and very fitting for the occasion. Although, you were most excited with what you had in mind for a few of them. Some of which, you decorate with little Carnival clown smiles. Using decorative colored frostings that matched Carnival's clown makeup.

The smile on your face continues to grow wider with every smile you draw. You knew how much Arthur loves performing as the clown. So you just know that he would adore these.

Once finished, you placed the decorated fruit in the fridge so the chocolate could fully harden. They all came out perfect, especially the Carnival ones. You get everything else ready- washing the wine glasses and bagging up the gift. Then you eagerly await Arthur's arrival.

Soon enough, you hear his usual little shuffle outside the door and your heart leaps. You rush to greet him at the entrance, nearly tripping over your own feet in excitement.

Arthur steps inside and his eyes brighten as he smiles at you. In his arms, he's carrying a beautiful bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates, and an envelope. He holds them out for you.

"Hey y/n, happy Valentine's day!"

"Oh, thank you so much baby!" You graciously receive his gifts. The flowers look so radiant, you bury your nose in them. "Ah, they smell lovely."

"Yeah, I picked out the very best ones for you." He nervously rubs the back of his neck. "I.. I know it's not much. But I hope you like it."

You look at him, unable to accept what he just said. Because to you, this is a lot. You know that Arthur must have saved up a lot of his hard earned money to buy you these things, when he really didn't have to. So you make sure to let him know how much you truly appreciate his gifts and his efforts. "Aw Arthur, what do you mean? This is amazing, I love it! I can't thank you enough for this, baby."

Reassured by your words, he leans in and gives you a kiss on your forehead. He is always so sweet and loving to you. "You're welcome, my love. Do you want me to hold those so you can open that?" He points to the envelope in your hand.

"Actually um, I have something that I want to show you first. Is it alright if I open this up right after?"

"Sure."

He follows you from the entryway into the kitchen. His eyes instantly widen in awe at the sight before him.

"Happy Valentine's day to you too, Arthur!" You exclaim with glee.

There on the kitchen counter, he spots a small gift bag with a heart-shaped balloon neatly tied to it. Along with two wine glasses and a platter full of chocolate covered strawberries. He notices the little Carnival smiles on some of the fruit and his eyes gleam with happiness.

He's left speechless. It takes him a moment to take it all in. He doesn't know where to even start, so you set the items in your arms down and take his hand to guide him.

"Would you like to open your gift?"

He gives a yes and you hand him his gift to open. He reaches inside and pulls out the neatly wrapped belt. Running his fingers along the leather material as he tries not to cry or break out in a laughing fit. He's been needing one of these for a while and he appreciates that you had noticed. "I love it! Thank you so much, my love."

You place a soft kiss on his cheek. "You're very welcome."

He sets the article down then sheepishly moves to caress one of the strawberries. Rather delicately, as he is afraid that he'll mess them up. He traces the red smile, taking in all the details. It's an exact likeness to his Carnival makeup. "These are- wow. You made these?"

"Yep." You can't help but giggle at his tender display of sweetness, "and it's alright, Arthur. You can pick them up. I made them just for you."

He does so at your word. Picking one up to closely admire the little red smile. You take the time to pull the wine from the fridge and pour a glass for both of you. All the while he thanks you repeatedly for the gifts. It fills you with warmth. You are delighted that he likes his Valentine's day gifts.

You hug him tightly and move in for a kiss, taking this time to thank and love one another with your mouths. As you pull away, you reply, "and thank you for my gifts, baby. How about I open up that envelope now?"

"Yeah," Arthur agrees. "I'll get it for you."

He picks it up and hands it to you. There are a bunch of tiny scribbled hearts all over the envelope. You smile at the fact that he drew them on there. Written also in his handwriting is my love in the middle of the cover. Opening it up, you find a handwritten letter from Arthur inside. You silently read the entire note, letting out a small sigh at a few sections. He poured all his love out for you in that letter.

Tears formed in your eyes, and you sniffle as you wipe them away. "I love you so much, Arthur."

"I love you too, beautiful." Arthur grins heartily and hands you a strawberry.

Simultaneously, you each silently take a bite and stare lovingly into each others eyes. Both wondering how you'd gotten so lucky.

[sin-cognito]

Rarepair New Year 2024 ch6: Sans/Lust, Birthday gift

SFW

Wordcount: 2730

Lust woke up to an empty bed.

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Lust woke up to an empty bed.

He patted Sans' side of the bed, wondering where his boyfriend was. It was the first time in their 7 months old relationship that Sans didn't outsleep Lust, so he was extremely surprised, maybe even worried about it. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyesockets and got up.

Hearing sounds of pots clanking together, he made his way to the kitchen, and found Sans there, bent over the stove.

"Uhh, Sansy? Everything's okay?" He asked, taking a step back when Sans startled so hard he almost dropped the pan he was holding.

"oh shit, you scared the bones out of me," he mumbled tiredly as he rubbed his eyesockets, barely repressing a yawn. "i uhh… i'm making you breakfast."

Then Sans looked at the pan and showed Lust the golden brown pancake in there that was more brown than golden but still looked delicious.

Lust smiled, though he was still a little confused, and went to wrap his boyfriend in a hug, thanking him. Sans made him seat at the table while he finished getting everything else ready. On top of the homemade pancakes, he had also prepared homemade orange and grapefruit juice, a basket of fresh fruits, low-fat yogurt and a bunch of toasts to go with some high-quality jam he had purchased a couple days ago at the farmers market.

Lust stared at the feast in front of him, his mouth agape.

Sans plopped in the seat opposite him and gently took Lust's hand in his.

"happy birthday," he smiled.

Lust blinked, turned his head right to check the calendar and realized that today was indeed his birthday. He had been so busy with work and life and his brother and his boyfriend that it had totally escaped his mind, especially at such an early hour of the day! Yet Sans, his sleepy boyfriend, had remembered and took the time and effort to prepare Lust such a tasty looking breakfast, gathering everything that he knew Lust loved to eat first thing in the morning.

Awww.

Lust felt himself getting emotional, and he squeezed Sans' hand appreciatively, beaming at his boyfriend.

"Oh thank you, dearest! This is so lovely and it looks so delicious! I can't wait to dig in!"

"i'm glad," Sans smiled fondly, his face soft and beautiful in the pale morning light. "i did my best, but i have to admit that i might've drifted off a little when cooking the pancakes so… yeah."

Lust chuckled and they dug in, eating with gusto the wonderful breakfast. The pancakes were actually perfect, soft and fluffy just like Lust liked, and he made sure to compliment Sans about them.

When they were done cleaning everything up, Sans declared that he had many plans for today, to celebrate Lust's birthday, so they got ready to go out. Their first destination was the park, where they linked arms and strolled aimlessly for an hour or two. Lust adored spending leisure time at the park, it was so refreshing and it always helped him to clear his mind and calm down from the stress of his job. Sans was more of a 'stay inside and become one with the couch' kinda guy, so Lust knew he needed to appreciate Sans' effort to keep him company.

Of course, a little voice in the back of Lust's head told him that it was only natural for a boyfriend to do this on Lust's birthday, but it had been a while since Lust had been in a healthy relationship and he simply wasn't used to being listened to anymore… He almost felt guilty that he was basically forcing Sans to go out of his way to spend the day with him and go outside when he didn't like to move much.

"stop thinking and enjoy the view," Sans nudged him, startling Lust back to reality.

Lust blushed and shook his skull. "Sorry, I didn't realize I was spacing out."

"no sorry, babe," Sans purred as he gave Lust's cheek a little kiss, pulling him toward the lake. "come on, let's go feed some ducks."

They spent the rest of morning having fun in the park, taking pictures together and talking about TV shows, movies, music… Sans was so easy to talk to and Lust wasn't afraid to share his love for non-mainstream media. He'd always been called creepy in the past for his peculiar tastes when it came to fictional content, but Sans listened to him passionately blabber about that one new horror movie where the killer had fun cooking a girl alive. It wasn't a great movie by any means, but Lust had had the time of his life watching it, with how over the top and frankly ridiculous the violence was.

After a while they started to get hungry, so they went to the mall, where they shared a meal at Grillby's, one of the couple's favorite place to eat. Greasy burgers just couldn't be beat. Sans had introduced the place to Lust when they started dating, and this was actually where they had their first official date. Lust knew it was nothing more than a coincidence, and Sans adored the place anyway, but he still appreciated the gesture, thanking Sans once again in his mind.

It did put him in a wonderful mood, especially when Sans offered to keep him company while shopping around the mall, Lust's absolute favorite past-time of all time. He loved fashion and always made sure to be well-groomed and stylish, so when Sans offered to pay for a new outfit, Lust couldn't resist throwing himself at his boyfriend, kissing him happily.

(Yes, it was only a tactic to get sex out of Lust, he was aware of that, but he would still enjoy the free clothes even if it meant he had to spread his legs later in the evening, as a thanks.)

(Sex with Sans was good anyway, so Lust didn't mind.)

Sans proved himself to be excellent company, giving insightful remarks to whatever clothes Lust would try on.

"I don't understand how you can give me such good advice when you have such terrible taste when it comes to your own clothing," Lust teased as he went back into a changing stall after Sans had given his opinion on a beaded bright pink top.

He heard Sans laugh from the other side of the curtain and couldn't help the fond smile that spread on his mouth. Oh he was enjoying himself so much, it should be illegal! Someone had to lock Sans up for stealing Lust's SOUL!

"i mean, i could try wearing better clothes if you'd want me to?" Sans said. "as long as it's not a suit or jeans or a dress shirt or tennis shoes or boots, or…"

"Or anything that isn't sport shorts and a plain white Tshirt with pink fuzzy slippers?" Lust finished the other's list as he popped his head out of the curtain.

"basically, yeah," Sans grinned, making Lust chuckle.

Ah well, Sans was perfect as he was, Lust didn't need him to change his (non-existent) fashion style. No, that would be controlling, and Lust knew all about how toxic that was. He remembered bawling his eyesockets out when an ex of his had taken all of his clothes and burned them in front of Lust, explaining how they were indecent… He'd never do that to Sans.

He was still waiting for the day Sans would tell him to tone it down or that he wasn't wearing something appropriate and needed to adhere to whatever Sans said, but hopefully that day was still far away in the future. Lust just took it one day at a time, enjoying Sans and his laid-back attitude.

"wow," Sans breathed out when Lust got out of the stall to show the next outfit.

It was a light blue crop top with a cat shaped boob window that showed Lust's pearly sternum, paired with high-waist bright purple shorts. A leather, studded belt looped around his waist, accentuating his curves, with a couple chains dangling on his side. The shorts were on the very small side and barely covered Lust's ass, but to make the look less overtly provocative, he was wearing dark pantyhose that were the perfect balance between revealing and coverage. To complete the look, he put an oversize blue jacket that reminded him of Sans' favorite jacket, which might be why Sans was looking at him with sparkles in his eyelights.

"stars, you're pretty," Sans whispered as he stood up and came closer to admire his boyfriend, taking Lust's hand and twirling him around to admire him from every angle.

Lust felt himself blush as he giggled. He couldn't help it, he was vain and loved compliments. He feigned falling into Sans' arms.

"Tell me more how I'm the most beautiful monster you've ever seen!" He sighed dramatically.

He was being playful, but Sans looked serious when he said in a low, purring tone, "you are, by far, the most beautiful monster i've ever laid my eyelights on. you look stunning in this outfit, you do. in all the other ones as well, don't get me wrong."

Sans then proceeded to gently lift Lust's face for a loving kiss that Lust savored with all he had. Sans had made it clear early on in their relationship that he wasn't fond of PDA, yet there he was, kissing the fuck out of Lust, who couldn't do anything but hold onto Sans' chest to stay afloat. He was melting.

He stayed in this dizzy, hazy mood for the rest of their shopping time at the mall, his SOUL bursting with affection whenever Sans would pull him by the hand toward a new store. To say he had fun would be the understatement of the year. Today was the best ever birthday, by a landslide.

It wasn't that hard considering all his previous partners had made him feel worthless one way or another, but still. Lust really, really appreciated Sans' effort to keep appearances for so long. It was nice.

Before he would be used for sex, even though it was his birthday and he did like sex, he just wanted something more meaningful, exactly like what he got from Sans today. Or his partners at the time would simply forget about the date, or just not ask at all when Lust's birthday was. Was it so selfish of him to ask to be treated with respect, if only on his birthday? To be made to feel important in his partner's life?

Lust had never known otherwise, and thus he had been dreading getting into a relationship with Sans at first, who was the one to pursue him like crazy and to ask him out. He knew he was attractive and it wasn't the first time he would be hit on, far from it even, but with Sans it was different, like Sans wasn't after him for his look or for fun sex. So he had tentatively accepted to go on one date over half a year ago, and he didn't regret it one bit.

Sans really was the perfect boyfriend.

But Lust knew better. They were all perfect at first. Then they got comfortable with the relationship, and as things progressed and got more secured, they'd start to slip up here and there. A demeaning remark here, a slap on the butt that was a tad too hard there… Nothing outwardly abusive but nothing very pleasant either.

How many times had Lust's brother had to intervene and bring Lust back to reality, pointing out to him how toxic his relationships were? How many times had he had to help Lust pack all his stuff and leave? How many times had he had to gently rock Lust to sleep while the older brother cried his SOUL out onto the other's shoulder?

Sans was the first boyfriend Lust's brother had ever approved of, even after several months of dating. The two actually got along pretty well, which Lust couldn't be happier about. He surprised himself dreaming of a future with Sans and their brothers, where everyone was happy and things were peaceful…

Urgh, what was Lust thinking about, planning his future when he hadn't been with Sans for a year yet! Don't get ahead of yourself!

The couple was now on their way home, after their fulfilling but tiring day. As they stepped inside, Sans gently guided Lust to the living room, where he proceeded to sit Lust down on the couch.

"i still have a couple more gifts for you, give me a second," he said before disappearing into the home office.

Lust was taken aback. Sans still had more planned? The park, the restaurant, the mall, he had already went above and beyond in Lust's opinion, yet he still had more!

Lust felt himself flush.

Sans returned with a couple items, all wrapped in colorful papers with pretty bows on top. He opened a bottle of nice wine and got some snacks ready.

"happy birthday," he cheered as Lust opened the first gift.

It was a series of books that Lust had always wanted to read. He squealed in joy, they were a little pricey, especially the edition Sans had gotten him.

"Oh wow, thank you so much, Sans!!" He beamed at his boyfriend. "It's like you're in my mind, I've been wanting to read those for so long but never got the chance to! You picked them right!"

"heh heh, i know, dude," Sans chuckled, giving Lust a quick peck on the cheek. "i remember you mentioning how you had watched the movie and wanted to read the books. i asked your bro if you had them and he said you didn't, so now you do."

At that, Lust stared at Sans.

"You remember? I've talked about it before?"

"yeah. on our third date i think? it's been a while, i wanted to get them sooner but this edition was out of stock for a long time. i'm lucky they did a reprint a month ago. i snatched you a copy before they were sold out."

Lust felt something stir in his chest. Sans had gone through so much trouble for him? Just the fact that he remembered Lust mentioning those books in passing was already a lot, but then regularly checking out when the fancy edition would come out was very thoughtful.

Lust then opened the next gift, which was a beautiful, magenta scarf with beaded details. It was exactly the kind of accessories Lust loved to wear, to complete a look. It actually would go very nicely with the outfit Sans had bought him earlier today, a fact that Lust didn't forget to take a note of. It meant that Sans knew his fashion style well enough that he was able to pick the perfect accessory for Lust. And that meant a lot to him.

There were a couple more gifts, some rings (Lust was obsessed with rings!), a couple movies he'd wanted to buy the DVDs of (yeah, he was an old SOUL) and a brand new tablet (Lust's last one had stopped working about two months ago and he hadn't had the occasion to replace it yet).

All the gifts were thoughtful, and perfectly tailored to Lust's tastes and needs. Lust felt a wave of emotions, and he couldn't help the next words he blurted out.

"Sans. I love you."

It was Sans' turn to have his eyesockets open wide and his jaw drop. Surely he wasn't expecting the L-word to drop, not so soon into their relationship, not when Lust had made it clear he wasn't the type of guy to say it first. Hell, he'd been with some exes for over 2 years and hadn't even told them once!

It just came so naturally to him. Right then and there, he needed Sans to know that he loved him.

Sans wrapped his arms around Lust and pulled him into his lap, burying his face into Lust's shoulder. Lust had quickly learned that he was a sucker for verbal affection, praise and reassurance, so hearing those words probably meant a great deal to him.

It was Lust's birthday, but he was glad he got to give a nice gift to his boyfriend too.

He couldn't wait for Sans' birthday.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 18/04/2024

Shrek Days -Onions Ver.-

Season 4 Episode 1 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume AI

Ripped by SonicHeroesFan1

Honestly? I do still feel a little conflicted about what I wrote about All Star back in Semi-Charmed All Star. Not because I've changed my mind about that rip, far from it, it's still excellent, but because the narrative I was spinning there was about how All Star itself has become rote and boring without proper shake-ups. We can argue about the value of mashups for all of time, and it's certainly still true that All Star is one of the most overdone mashup songs of all time. But I'm not Mr Rental, I'm not going to enact Mr. Rental [B Side] ~ Out of Options on anyone: All Star mashups are fun!! They're overdone for a reason!! And, well, it would simply feel wrong to not have celebrated its twentieth anniversary during Season 4 Episode 1 of SiIvaGunner - on May 4th, 2019, we got an entire day dedicated to all things Smash Mouth, and I'd entirely forgotten just how fun it all was. Shrek Days -Onions Ver.- is only the tip of the iceberg.

To be fair, I am also sort of cheating a bit - Shrek Days -Onions Ver.- *isn't* an All Star mashup. As the penultimate rip of the event, it only makes sense to use All Star's younger relative, the second Smash Mouth song which became immortalized through appearing in the original Shrek. I'm a Believer isn't originally BY Smash Mouth, their cover was actually made specifically for Shrek's ending, but the cover has practically eclipsed the original in terms of popularity nowadays (And really, how many of you reading have ever actually HEARD the original The Monkee's version?) Smash Mouth's cover added a shot of energy and rebelliousness to the original song that made it a perfect fit for Shrek - and, indeed, the perfect song to use in paying tribute to the band's mashup popularity.

Because All Star is great, sure, but it can't do everything. The absolute sense of triumph and fun within Shrek Days -Onions Ver.- is just unmatched, and its in large part thanks to I'm a Believer - and hell, this rip even uses the original Monkee's version for a brief bit near the end! But you've seen the rip's thumbnail already, you know the other half to this bit - JOJO!!! JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!! From Crazy Noisy Beautiful Girls!! Look, yes, I still don't know much about JoJo, I'm still enjoying its music as an outsider, but DAMN is it music that I enjoy!! Great Days is an amazing song, it's absolutely no surprise to me that Great Days Fusion Collab is one of the channel's most viewed videos, and its features on SiIvaGunner are almost all fantastic, now that we're long past the ironic JoJo rips described in Hen'yoku no Piraman. Maybe its just due to a certain other Great Days rip, but its triumphant brass-driven sound and rising chorus has always made me think of the start of summer, the emergence of pure FUN ahead - something that fits Smash Mouth like an absolute glove.

I can only do so much to express how much I enjoy listening to Shrek Days -Onion Ver.- without just telling you the obvious - to go listen to it yourself! Its a mashup almost destined to make you smile, with small touches throughout - the aforementioned presence of the original The Monkee's version, yes, but also a surprise appearance of Donkey's vocals from Shrek's ending scene rounding the whole rip off for its climax! There's no better way to describe the rip, and the entire All-Star anniversary day in general, than just pure wholehearted "FUN" - a celebration of one of the grandfathers of modern mashup culture, without even a hint of irony in sight, filled to the brim with pure love for this landmark icon of the early 2000s.

[yikesies-bikesies]

I know everyone gets broken up when a pet dies, but I took in a feral cat that never once let me pet her, she didn’t want cuddles, and we could never put a collar on her…

And when I say that I have never felt love for or from a creature with the same sheer volume and quality as this cat, no one would understand unless they’d met her.

She was pure joy, a shining light in the darkness of this world, and she never failed to bring the biggest smile to my face. I’ll never be able to feel the way she made me feel again, and I’m thankful that she’s passed because these last few days must have been agony for her and the end wasn’t pretty either, but Jesus Fuck I would do anything to see her sitting outside the door right now, begging for food like she did all those years ago.

She’s happier and safer and healthier now I hope, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to move on with my life. I’m terrified to go to sleep because if I wake up tomorrow having forgotten that she’s gone, I don’t think I can handle the realization.

I want her back, Fuck, I just want to look into the kitchen and see her laying there sleeping or waiting for me to fill her bowl. I always thought I’d be okay with her passing because of the distance between us, but every second is agony knowing that I’m never gonna get to see her sweet sweet face again. I’ve never cried so much, not even for the dog I’d had since I was 2 years old.

This stupid beautiful perfect little fat baby cat was the best friend I didn’t know I fuckin had and I couldn’t even tell her that because every time I open my mouth I burst into tears. I never cry, but I can’t stop because every time I think about her I’m hit like a ton of bricks by the fact that I’m never gonna hear her meow again or see her tail stick straight up in the air as she waddles around.

I don’t even know why I’m posting this. I just had to write this down somewhere where someone might see it and know that there was a light snuffed out today that brightened a whole house for 5 years and should’ve been able to do so for eternity.

Grubby, you deserved the world and I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you, but I love you so fucking much it hurts, and I don’t believe in heaven, but more than anything, I hope some day I will see you again, my darling, darling perfect girl.

I’ll probably delete this eventually.

[ten-cent-sleuth]

4, 10, 15 and 16 for the writer asks please! :)

Coming right up! :)

4. A story idea you haven’t written yet?

I answered this here as well, but I’m happy to trot out another one. It’s not like I’ll be running out of unwritten ideas any time soon. xD

Since you’re like my Hotchniss mutual (😜), here’s the entirety of a plot bunny I jotted down in a Doc literally just titled “Hotchniss Idea”—

Prentiss is always joining groups. Growing up and moving around, she was categorically, methodically The New Girl. When she joined the FBI, her colleagues frequently iced her out because of her mother and she had to wriggle her way into their dynamics. She often (or at least twice: Doyle and Hotch) dated men who had already experienced marriage and fatherhood. One day, an unsub somehow picks up on this (or he’s been stalking her? or she tells him all this by herself to build rapport?) and—in front of the whole team, naturally—urges her to pick him instead and for once to get to build something. “You’ve always had to fight for approval and justify the space you take up. Affection from your mother, friendship during your youth, trust from your team—it’s never been free, has it? With me, it would be, I swear to you. My love would be unconditional.”

This would, of course, lead to some fluffy team reassurances aaand Aaron getting to comfort Emily about any legitimate lingering insecurities. Welp, it’s not the most fleshed-out idea, and I don’t know that I’d ever get around to writing it, but there we go. :3

10. What is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

Ooh, I’m glad you asked this one because interestingly, my answer changed a couple of months ago!

The oldest WIP that I still haven’t shelved as “probably not going to finish this” is an Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Secret Service AU, which I started in like 2020 and which I still consider my baby, my pride and joy, my pet project. However, I suppose the question is more about a draft that has by now been completed, so I will instead say—

—this sucker ☝🏽☝🏽 sat in my drafts from June 12, 2023 (or, uh, June 13 at 04h00 😅) to September 30, 2024. Less than a year and a half might not be too long a wait for a multichap, but this was a 2k-word one-shot! For me, short stories get written within a week or not at all: those tend to be spun out of a whirlwind of feels rather than forged out of conscious outlining, so the heart of the story will decay after too long. Not in quality necessarily, but in vitality—in what it means to me, you know? So I was astonished and thrilled with my muse for making an exception here (and must once again thank @queen-vessaraia-ashlynne for giving that muse its direction again). ;P

15. Favourite weather for writing?

I had never given this thought before! During the summer, I seize the opportunity to write outside, so I suppose perfect walking weather would be perfect writing weather. If I’m indoors and comfortable though, I don’t really notice! In general, I love cloudless sunny skies and a good snowstorm, so maybe those can also be my favourite weather(s?) for writing in particular. ;D

16. Favourite place to write?

Idk if I have one! I’ve written in the bathtub, on the bus, during class, at the hospital, underneath my desk (floor time for those who like to hide and vanish 👍🏽), literally inside the closet, on hills and beaches……and honestly, I’ve found that as long as I am writing, I’m incomparably happy.

Maybe my old dormitory though? I felt very alive and productive there in general, thanks to my first contact with the beautiful intersection between convenience and independence. I’ll probably never see it again though, lol!

Click on the link to send more fic writer asks! 👻

Thank you so much for the questions. <3

[borninwinter81]

You ever get the feeling that sometimes the universe thinks the time is right for a specific project?

Earlier this week, heavily inspired both by @rattusrattus3 and their collage box youtube tutorial, and the gorgeous corvid boxes posted by @korva-the-raven, I decided to make something similar myself. THE DAY AFTER that decision was made I found this wooden chocolate box in a charity shop for £1.99. It could not be more perfect for purpose.

I had been thinking the collage part would be difficult as I "don't really keep interesting bits of paper." As it turns out, the hell I don't.

That same evening I found this stash in my old art folder. I thought all I had in there were a couple of greetings cards.

Of particular use were the William Blake and Exploring the Gothic art exhibition guides. These are both really high quality prints and contain some gorgeous artwork. Thankfully I have a paper guillotine so I could cut out the pictures really neatly.

This is what I ended up with. I could make several boxes just from these!

Korva's boxes have individual compartments made out of matchboxes which are also decorated. I don't have any matchboxes, but then I recalled that I know how to make an origami box - I had a friend in school who was Japanese and her mother taught me. So, what if I was able to find some nice paper and make small boxes to go inside? Again, the universe provided...

These are from a pad of scrapbooking paper, 24 double sided sheets, 30x30cm (12x12 inches) for £4. Very thick and high quality and excellent for making sturdy boxes that are fit for this purpose. I didn't love all of it but these designs are beautiful, and I will have more than enough for this project and tons left for the future 😁

I thought to save it looking too "busy" I would just use one plain colour and one floral. Since the internal boxes need to be quite small I thought a smaller print would work best, and paired that with a plain purple. I used the guillotine again to cut the paper into squares that were the right size (after a trial run with some cartridge paper to make sure they would fit) and...

This box is super easy to do, probably why I still remember how to make it after being taught at the age of 5! Here's a tutorial.

Meanwhile the outer box got a couple of coats of black acrylic paint.

Then it was time to decide how to arrange my collage pieces. I quickly came up with this for the inside (Edgar Allan Poe themed, the large picture is an illustration to "The Raven" which is super appropriate for a corvid box, and the small one in the top right has lines from the poem "Lenore"). I'm still unsure about whether I will also do the base as its going to be covered most of the time anyway. I may just line it with more of the floral paper.

The outside was harder, but I've gone with some anatomical drawings, plus a couple of space-fillers which look pretty.

The edges are a little narrow so I'm not going to collage those for now, but I might see if any of the charms from my shiny things box would look good glued onto the sides instead.

Unfortunately I can't finish it just yet, as the only thing I haven't been able to get is modge podge - every shop I went into said "we used to have that but don't stock it anymore". So I ordered some online and I should have it within a few days.

Then all I'll need to do is decide how I want to fill it, I have lots of items to choose from 😁

Huge thanks to those who inspired this, it has been a project that I've absolutely loved, and I'm going to be on the lookout for more nice boxes so I can make another, I still have plenty of supplies!

[themuse-if]

20 (or so) Questions with Faye Winters

Let's connect with the resident heartbreaker of the sophomore class! Is Faye really all pirouettes and pixie dust or is she hiding something dark under the surface?

Interviewer: Faye, thanks for delving deeper into this. Starting with your birthday – Pisces, right?

Faye: Yeah, that's correct. My birthday is March 2nd.

Interviewer: Any nicknames you go by?

Faye: Just Faye. It suits me. Wouldn't you agree? *leans in closer, resting her chin on her hand*

Interviewer: *starts to blush* Why, yes, I think it really does. Uh ok, anyway what are some of your good traits?

Faye: Well, I think that I'm a true free spirit. I love the way that contemporary dance makes me feel like my body can move and transform so fluidly. I think that I like bringing that side out in others as well breaking them out of their more structured shells to experience more of what life has to offer.

Interviewer: Interesting qualities indeed. And how about challenging traits?

Faye: I've been told that I'm too nice. I guess it's lead to a lot of misunderstanding. It's hard for me to set certain boundaries and just say no to people in general. I uh yeah...I guess that's all. *tucks hair behind ear*

Interviewer: Understandable. Any hobbies outside of your art?

Faye: When the weather is nice I go on weekly picnics with my friends. Once it gets cold outside I like to bake lots of little treats in the communal kitchen and host movie nights in the common room.

Interviewer: I bet your hallmates love that! You should think about becoming an RA. Ok, what would you say is your greatest strength?

Faye: I think that I'm really good at bringing people together. Whether it's to choreograph our next assignment or just a fun little hangout, I really try to stay engaged with my friends.

Interviewer: A beautiful way to connect with the world. And your biggest weakness?

Faye: I think that sometime I overcompensate with being really nice and super fun, because I'm scared. I'm scared that the main reason people like me is just how I look and my general persona. I try to just keep everyone around because I struggle to tell the difference between who's being fake and who's being genuine.

Interviewer: It can be tricky indeed. Describe yourself in one word.

Faye: Friendly.

Interviewer: How do you think others see you in one word?

Faye: Captivating.

Interviewer: Now onto fears. What’s your greatest fear?

Faye: I care a lot about what people think, more than I'm willing to admit. I think that if I could just focus more on the deeper connections that maybe I wouldn't spread myself so thin trying to be everyone's friend.

Interviewer: Finding real connections is hard, but super important. Top priorities at this point in your life?

Faye: Learning to say no so that I can protect myself and those who really care about me. Also, honing my skills in contemporary dance and sculpting – there's always room for growth.

Interviewer: Admirable goals. Family time – tell me more about yours.

Faye: Just an ordinary, loving family. They've always been supportive of my artistic pursuits, and I'm grateful for that.

Interviewer: It's wonderful to have a supportive foundation. Future goals – what's on your agenda?

Faye: Continuing to evolve as an artist, exploring more dance styles, traveling the world, and cultivating meaningful connections. I want depth in both my art and relationships.

Interviewer: Ambitious and heartfelt. How would you spend a rainy day?

Faye: Rainy days are perfect for dorm movie nights! I'll bake some desserts and make some warm drinks and then we can watch my favorite rainy day movie "Pride and Prejudice" the one with Keira Knightley of course.

Interviewer: Lovely. Favorite book?

Faye: "The Night Circus" by Erin Morgenstern. It's enchanting and I'm a sucker for romance.

Interviewer: And your favorite movie?

Faye: "Big Fish" and "Moulin Rouge." Yes both films star Ewan McGregor, and no I don't have a thing for him he's just a good actor. Anyways, both films are visually alluring with great storytelling, and the music in "Moulin Rouge" is fantastic.

Interviewer: Perfect choices. Any dark secrets?

Faye: To be completely honest I was bullied a lot as a kid. Once I hit high school and puberty kicked in some people started to like me romantically mostly. Lots of people accused me of stealing there partner, or I had my partners accuse me of cheating. The thing is that I've never cheated, heck I'm not even that much of a flirt. I just know that people can flip on you in a matter of seconds if you don't fit what they want, and it's really hard to navigate that kind of social landscape.

Interviewer: Woah, that was a lot. I'm sorry that you've had to deal with all of that. With time I'm sure you'll make some really great friends. On a lighter note, what would you say is your best feature?

Faye: I like my hair, I found a stylist in the city who knows how to cut my bangs just right.

Interviewer: And your least favorite physical feature?

Faye: I think my neck is too long. But that's not really a big deal I don't think about it that much.

Interviewer: Lastly, how would you describe being in love?

Faye: I'm not exactly sure how to answer that question after my recent breakup. I haven't really been able to stop thinking about Karla/Carlos. There's this song by Tamino it's called "Sunflower" I've had it on repeat for weeks. That's how I've been feeling about love I guess.

Interviewer: I see, I'll have to give it a listen. Thanks for sharing more about your life with me Faye. Excited to see your artistic journey continue to unfold!

[sankta-starkova]

LETTERMAN

020; yes, and

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Andy scoffed as she leaned over Carlos' shoulder along with the rest of the group, watching the North High advertisement for Beauty and The Beast on his phone.

"Thats the bitch Lily from out auditions," Andy said, shaking her head at the screen.

"You mean perfect pitch, looks like an actual disney princess, mean girl Lily," Ashlyn said, pacing back and forth.

Miss Jenn walked, in looking at them, "Thank you for coming so quickly on a Saturday, but it seems we are missing a village idiot and a teapot," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"They said on the group chat they couldn't get anyone to cover their shifts at the pizza place," Seb explained.

Miss Jenn looked confused, everyone knowing that they had two separate group chats, one with the students and one with Miss Jenn as well.

"I meant the group chat with me, Andy and EJ," Seb said and Miss Jenn just went along with it.

"Back to the matter at hand," Miss Jenn said, "I can tell you've all seen the video,"

It was nerve wracking to know that East High had such a high production quality compared to theirs.

Everyone nodded, "Its incredible, even I have no notes, I can't believe they stole our show," Carlos exclaimed.

"Miss Jenn, how are we supposed to beat North High at the Menkies if they're churning out this a second after changing their musical?" Ashlyn asked and everyone started to freak out.

Miss Jenn clapped her hands, everyone going silent as they waited for her to provide a solution.

"Wildcats, North High is clearly focusing on bells and whistles. All we need is to get back to basics," she said, explaining that they were going to spend the rest of the weekend doing an active intensive.

"I'm gonna have to cancel the table for tonight," EJ whispered into Andys ear. She nodded. It was their first date tonight and for the third time, it had been cancelled.

Andy just wanted this perfect first date with him, one where they could sit around and just chat and she didn't care if that was in a Carrabba's or a random parking lot.

She reached down, squeezing his hand and feeling him squeeze back.

"Don't forget, we have something North High doesn't have, a brand new original song for the beast and the rose," Miss Jenn explained, Nini was now playing the rose.

They all did some weird warm up exercises, Nini leaving to go and write the song.

They performed loads of weird exercises and finally it was time to practice some improv.

"Ashlyn will start us off, Gina agree with what she says and then carry on, lets get a suggestion for the location" Miss Jenn said.

"The louvre?" EJ suggested, Miss Jenn loving the idea. He smiled, reaching down and grabbing Andys hand.

"I thought this was meant to be a secret relationship?" She whispered to him and he smiled, squeezing her hand.

"Nobody will notice," he promised, the two going back to watching Ashlyn and Gina's improv.

She shook her head, a giddy smile on her face as she felt his hand in hers.

Gina didn't seem connected to the piece and Ashlyn got frustrated, leaving the scene as they finished the improv.

She called Carlos and Seb to the front and they performed some improv.

After a long and incredibly tiring day, Andy and EJ walked outside, her uncle waving from his car.

"Andy!" He exclaimed and she looked at her boyfriend confused before walking over with EJ behind her.

"Hey James, whats up?" She asked, not understanding why her uncle was sitting in his car in the parking lot with flowers and a picnic basket.

"Sophie told me that Viv told her that you told her that you and EJ are dating so I brought you a first date picnic basket," he said, freezing when he saw her confused face, "But if you don't want it-"

Andy cut him off, she just froze because she felt so grateful, "No! It's great," she said before turning to EJ, "I'm up to it if you are,"

He smiled at her, walking over and helping rake the picnic basket out of the car, "Course I am Andy," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"You watch those hands mister," James said with a smile, "Your mum and dad went on a similar first date, back in high school,"

Andy smiled half heartedly at the sentiment, thanking her uncle before walking to the park with EJ.

The two sat there, eating food and just talking about school and the play and everything - it was absolutely perfect.

There was something nice and simple about it just being the two of them with no fuss..

"Do you wish your dad was here, to see all this?" EJ asked randomly and when he saw Andy freeze up, his eyes went wide with panic, "Sorry! God, I shouldn't have brought that up,"

Andy chuckled, "It's fine EJ, I can talk about my dad without bursting into tears," she took a deep breath, "Of course I do, but I try not to linger on the thought,"

For a while, it was silent, both teenagers just looking at each other with smiles on their faces.

EJ leaned in, placing a hand on her cheek, "Your dad would be so proud of you, I know I am," he said and she just blushed.

It was always going to be a slightly tough conversation but she was a grown up and could handle it.

"That means a lot Eej," she said, leaning in closer so that their noses were touching.

"I'm gonna kiss you now," he whispered and she smiled as his lips pressed up against hers in a sweet kiss.

When they pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, his hand going to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"You're perfect," he whispered and she smorted at his cheesiness.

He started laughing as well when he heard her snort, her hands going up to clasp her mouth. They both broke out into laughs, the two teenagers lost in each other completely.

There was something easy about being around EJ. She never had to worry about doing something dumb.

When they finished, there was a tiny, many make out session on the blanket that Andy had to cut short.

"My uncle will be pissed if I'm late home," she said, a sad tone to her voice.

She didn't want the date to end and neither did he.

They took a slow walk through the suburbs, under the blossoming flowers of the trees and the blue skies.

It seemed like the perfect day, his hand in hers as he held her close, the picnic basket in the other hand.

She looked up at him, his eyes shining in the light. She let out a small chuckle, unable to fathom how she had managed to find someone like him.

"What?" He asked, stopping at the start of their street, looking down at her.

As EJ looked at her, he couldn't understand why someone as amazing as her would ever choose someone like him.

He brushed a piece of her away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He watched a blush spread across her cheeks at the action.

"Just wondering how I got this lucky," Andy stated.

He smiled, that perfect smile that had made her fall for him in the first place and she knew he was the perfect boy for her.

"Well I don't know how I got this lucky, so i guess we're both in shock," he stated.

She hummed in response before looking behind her at their houses next to each other.

"Pretty good first date if you ask me," Andy said and he nodded.

He squeezed her hand as he walked her over to her door.

"Yeah, and plenty more to come. I'll pick you up Sunday, I'll surprise you with a great second date," he said, sticking his pinky finger out as they reached their houses, stopping.

"Deal," she said, pulling him in for a quick kiss before walking away, opening her door and taking one last look at EJ.

He waved at her and she smiled before closing the door, a giddy grin stuck on her face.

Vivian was standing there and looked at her little sisters elated expression and she knew there would be no boy that could compare to EJ Caswell after this.

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something I really appreciate about your jailbait steddie fic in particular is how much I recognize the uniquely irrational actions of a lonely teenager hungry for male attention he’s not getting from his dad, and honestly your writing /always/ has such a solid reality of the human condition to it that I prefer over the flowery romance and therapy talk I keep seeing with the pairing. It’s dirty and human and real, and that’s what makes it sexy as hell just as well as a fucking fantastic read

hi!! I'm so sorry this was in my inbox for a few days, I really treasured it and wanted to keep it close. It's such a lovely thing to say and so insightful, so thank you. Steve really is hungry older male attention, and he's drawn to Eddie because Eddie doesn't give a shit about what anyone thinks of him, he lives outside of social expectation and hierarchy, and that's so appealing to Steve, someone who is all about wealth and privilege and having to live up to his family name. Plus Eddie pretends not to see him, and that aloof, dangerous quality he exudes is like catnip to someone who's grown up so privileged. I love writing these versions of the characters and I'm so excited to write more.

Also everything you said about me writing realistically about the human condition is lovely, thank you. I'm definitely more drawn to writing what I feel are realistic interpretations of characters, where they're flawed over being perfect, and where romance has hurdles rather than being happily ever after. It's more interesting to me as a writer, and as a reader too. Obviously I love passion and romance, but I'm also so interested in writing the darker, more dangerous elements of that too, where people can be hurtful, or too intense, or too codependent. Those are all the rich layers I love diving into.

So happy you love it, and found it enjoyable and that how I write these characters resonates with you. And thank you SO much for such a beautiful message, it really makes me smile reading it back!!!