#i thought about this while doing the dishes 😆

[thatawesomenerdygirl]

Bat-army

This was a brain fart 😆

A very short one :)

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"I work alone, Superman," Bruce insisted, his frown deepening because he just knew Clark was right behind him with his brow quirked.

"That's rich coming from you," Clark pointed towards the makeshift kitchen area Bruce had built because his wife insisted on having one so she could make something when she came around. That kitchen area currently occupied by none other than Mrs. Wayne herself.

And Dick.

And Jason... and Tim and Damian.

They were currently arguing about whether they wanted pancakes or waffles before they go out. Damian was standing on the countertop, pointing his sheathed sword at Tim.

"It would be easier for mother to make waffles," Damian hissed at the older boy, a scowl that resembled Bruce's marring his face.

"You know what, you are right," Tim raised his hands, "but we should pair it with chicken, maybe we should cut open bat-chicken and fry it."

The smug look on Damian's face turned into a pure horror as he imagined his beloved chicken—the one he had gotten just two nights ago—on a platter, fried. "Mother! Father! Did you hear what he said!?"

Mrs. Wayne gave her son a noncommittal hum as she flipped the pancake she was cooking—she was making both waffles and pancakes, while Bruce grunted quietly, the parents were not taking sides.

Jason laughed so hard he fell off the stool, continuing to lay on the floor, clutching his sides. "I can see the light," he gasped, trying to get some oxygen into his lungs between laughter.

"Don't go towards it!" Dick nudged his 'dying' brother with his foot.

Clark looked amused, "you brought the whole army here, we don't need Justice League anymore," he added with a chuckle.

"They wanted to come," Bruce responded, turning around so he could take a look at his family. The scowl he had softened just a little without him knowing.

"If you guys are all here, then who's protecting Gotham?" Diana came around the corner, looking majestic as usual, taking her spot beside Mrs. Wayne so she could learn a thing or two.

Bruce had a little smirk on his face, "Alfred."

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Can I ask for headcanons for atlas? Preferably how he would ask if his s/o or darling had someone trying to date them/hook up with them. Please I really need some possessive stuff it's what feeds me

This is the first ask I received about Atlas! I'm so happyyyyyyy 😆😆

And if you like possessive stuff, I can already tell you that Atlas will be even more unhinged and possessive in the second part of his main story.

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

Despite being a yandere, Atlas doesn’t completely understand that what he is doing is wrong, but he is aware that certain actions could be perceived as bad on your part. All he wants is for you to value him just as much as he values you. That’s why he wouldn’t be violently possessive in front of you, he’ll be more calculated and subtle about it. 

First thing first, he will try to find any dirt he can on that person. Atlas will use his face recognition program to identify them. That way he can know if they have any criminal records, check their social media to see if they already have a partner, etc. He will inform you of any of his findings on the pretense of caring for your security, which is true in his mind.  

If that person has a clean record, as far as he can see, he still has all their personal information at his disposal. Consequently he can threaten them with their work address, home address or their family members name. 

While you’re in front of the flirt, Atlas would try to get your attention back by butting into the conversation non stop or by acting like a timid puppy. He knows that giving you big sad eyes is the best way to have you all over him.

In addition, the android would stare at them without blinking to make them uncomfortable enough to leave you alone. 

 Altas would also try to make the stranger angry in ways that you wouldn’t notice. His goal is to make them yell or be rude to him for no apparent reason so they would look bad. 

If none of that works he will temper with your phone so that you don’t receive calls and texts from these people, in the hopes that you’ll forget about them. He can even delete their number from your contacts before you have the chance to call them back, because he knows that most humans can’t remember a phone number by heart. 

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Atlas was proud with the little assortment of dishes he had chosen for you. He had never been to a Chinese buffet before, not that he didn’t know what it was, it’s just that his last owners were too much of rich pricks to go to places like these. You were the one who had the idea of making each other's plate for the first round. Despite him not needing to eat, you had insisted that he at least tasted the food, since all androids did have the capacity for cooking purposes. He knows that his last masters would have never considered making him eat, let alone sharing their food with him. After giving it more thought, he was glad he got to have his first time in a restaurant like this with you. 

As he was making his way back to you, he saw that you were chatting with a random guy. He noticed that his body language was atypical, he was leaning in on you and his shoulder was scarily close to yours. All the alarms went off in his system as he quickly realized what was happening. This man was flirting with you. His hands unconsciously tightened around the plate and cup he was holding, threatening to break them. In a millisecond, he had successfully composed himself though and had planned his next move. He continued to make his way towards you and the nuisance, calculating his trajectory with precision. He just needed to synchronize his last step with these guys' movements to… Splash! The drink and the meal, he had meticulously picked out for you, were spilled all over him and the man’s clothes. 

“What the—“ The stranger turned around to face Atlas, gritting his teeth. 

“I am sorry sir.” 

He looked at him up and down, noticing that he was an android. 

“Check where you’re going next time you fucking dysfunctional piece of junk!”

“Hey don’t talk to him like that!” You protested immediately.  

“Don’t tell me you brought that thing here?!” 

“I did and I think it’s time for you to go.” 

The guy rolled his eyes and proceeded to hit Atlas’s arm as he left, making the android take a step back. Not to mention how he grumbled about how you were not even that good looking anyway. Atlas, on the other hand, didn’t move. He was only staring at you. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” You whispered, trying to comfort him, even though you knew he surely wasn’t affected that much. 

“I’m sorry about your food.” 

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh of disbelief. “You’re worried about that?”

His green eyes went to the floor as he stayed silent, so you didn’t tease him further. You guided him to your table and sat him down. You asked an employee if you could borrow a wet towel and notify them of the mess Atlas had accidentally made in the buffet area. Luckily not a lot of food had ended up on him and his jacket was the easiest part to clean up. As you tried to rub the sauce off the jacket, you felt a slight tug on your right arm, you looked down and saw Atlas’s hand was holding on to your sleeve. His head was hanging low just like earlier. 

“Am I still enough for you?” 

“What do you— Oh!” Your eyes widened, “of course you’re enough! Me meeting other people doesn’t change how I feel about you, ok? You’re irreplaceable.” You winked all the while playfully nudging him. 

The android nodded in response, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

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Atlas was waiting outside the restaurant for you to finish with private business. The sun had already set for a while, making him stand out from the crowd with his piercing green eyes. The android was not only waiting for you to come out but also for him. Atlas had in fact paid close attention to the number of persons remaining in the restaurant before leaving. He at least hoped that the nuisance would appear before you did. 

Like on cue, the long awaited man walked out the Chinese buffet. The android didn't waste a single second and grabbed the guy’s arm. He was so imposing that his fingers couldn't reach the other, but it didn’t matter. Before he could complain, Atlas looked him straight in the eyes and said in his usual flat tone.

“Your name is Emile Hugues, you work as a mechanic at the garage Extra Miles, which is ten minutes by car from your apartment—” 

“H-how do you know all that?!” The words seemed to crawl out of his throat, his face contorting in pure terror. 

Emile tried to pull away and was horrified when Atlas didn’t budge one bit. Not even one hour ago, he made the android stumble back with a simple knock on his shoulder. If the android heard him now he didn’t show any sign of it and continued on. 

“Don’t ever try to contact them again, I can assure you I’ll know if you do.” Only then, did Atlas release the man from his deadly grip, letting him scramble away in fear. 

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Sorry if it took a bit of time for me to answer, I do this in my free time after all and sometimes I just don’t feel the spark of inspiration. BUT I really appreciate every ask you guys send me and I always want to craft the best answer possible. 

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unsure if you’ve already been asked this or it’s planned but would love to see a part 3 for good luck, maid! if you’re open to it 😆 not picky about what’s in the plot but might be cool to get a situation that forces either one to confess their attractions to each other ☺️

Good Luck, Maid! Part 3 (Violet Bridgeton x fem!Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The Masterlist

Author’s Note: I only write based on requests left in my inbox, this is the first formal request, and thank goodness for it, I was itching to write more for Violet! Thanks for the detailed ask (if it's not to your liking feel free to request again, don't be shy!) Happy readings to you.

Summary: Violet implores a friend to find out the circumstances around Y/n's previous employment. Y/n and Violet have another accidental meeting late at night. Violet's feelings manifest.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, touch starved Violet, fingering (Violet receiving), technically they do it in public, period typical homophobia, brief discussion of skewed power dynamics, no Beta read

Lady Danbury had been quick to agree to Violet's request for tea, and by midday they sat across from each other in the Danbury estate's drawing room.

After the exchange of usual pleasantries and talk of bubbling gossip around the Ton, Lady Danbury had surmised the true purpose of their meeting. "I take it you are ready to discuss the unspeakable?" Palming her cane in one hand and delicately bringing the teacup to her lips, Agatha raised her eyebrows in her usual prompting fashion.

Violet suddenly went to stand. Wringing her hands together she walked towards the piano, admiring the vase of flowers which sat upon it. She nervously rearranged them and cleared her throat, "Yes, it seems as though I have developed uh, how do I phrase this..." Violet turned to look at her. Patient as ever, Lady Danbury raised her chin and let a soft smile grace her lips.

"I have developed feelings for a member of my staff."

Lady Danbury threw her head back and cackled in response, "By the way you were behaving, I had thought you were going to say you had developed feelings for a criminal of some kind. To have feelings for a member of staff, while frowned upon publicly, is surprisingly common. Nothing to be embarrassed about, Dear." It never ceased to surprise her the shame that Violet Bridgerton would inflict upon herself for being like the rest of high society.

Inhaling through her nose and feeling her eyes start to sting, Violet lowered her gaze to the ground, "And if these feelings were criminal, then what, Agatha?"

Humming, Lady Danbury pondered the question. "You are no criminal, Violet..." She put her teacup on it's dish. Sitting forward with both hands on her cane, she motioned for Violet to sit on the couch across from her.

Violet sat and smoothed her dress as Lady Danbury openly stared at her. "Violet, do you mean to tell me that you are experiencing a liking of the fairer sex?"

By instinct, Violet opened her mouth to deny such a notion and then swallowed the words before they could escape, and instead answered with a simple "Yes." The woman across from her lent back in consideration. Briefly, they sat in silence.

"You are right. In this country, if you were to even speak of such things, it would be reprehensible by the law. However... in this house, such is not the case," she reached forward and grabbed Violet's hand, "You are no criminal to me, Violet, regardless of what society may say."

Choking on a sob, Violet covered her mouth with her free hand. "Thank you, Agatha. You have no idea how dear you are to me," she sniffled and tried to collect herself, "I was worried you would not find me suitable for your company once I told you."

Releasing her grip on Violet's, Lady Danbury spoke light heartedly "Nonsense. You may worry no more. Now, tell me, who has caught your eye?" Violet chuckled lightly, of course the woman would not be concerned with the controversy of the matter at hand, always more keen to hear the details of romance.

"Eloise's maid, we had to let go of mine, and Miss Y/n replaced her" Her cheeks tinted pink as she continued, "Just last night we had an encounter in the kitchen. I was restless and wandering and there she was. We spoke and it was as if we really saw each other. By the way she looked at me, it was almost as if she could see through me."

"And you are sure she was not looking through your night dress?" Lady Danbury laughed at Violet's Gasp.

"Oh Agatha, you are terrible," Violet swatted at Lady Danbury and they fell into a fit of laughter.

Once they regained composure Lady Danbury wondered out loud, "You seem quite taken with her, and with such haste, how is that possible?" Violet nodded in understanding, she had been wondering the same thing herself.

"I can't be sure, I find myself thinking of her frequently. It has become undeniable. In fact, I find myself concerned with her well being..." Violet looked imploringly at her friend, "Particularly her past."

Narrowing her eyes at Violet's words, Lady Danbury felt a smugness settle within her. She knew that Violet was tempting her with a challenge, and oh, how she loved to play games. But of course, this was mostly to help quell Violet's anxieties, not flex her own societal prowess.

"What do you know of her already"

...

The sun had set in the Ton by the time Violet returned home. The chilled night air prompted the fireplaces to be lit and extra blankets to be spread across beds. Although satisfied with her day and comforted by the support of her friend, Violet was still buzzing with anxious energy.

Knowing she would be tired the next day if she did not seek rest soon, she decided to brave the cold wood floors with bare feet in an effort to get to the study. She would read herself to exhaustion if she had to. Descending the grand stairs she squinted through the darkness, overhearing giggles coming from another corridor. Focusing, she made the voices out to be Hyacinth and Gregory, no doubt snooping through the letters that Colin had sent Anthony about his travels. She smiled softly, and listened to their childish joy, until the sound of the study door creaking open forced her to veer down the opposing hallway.

Colliding with something, she gasped. Strong hands gripped her waist, and they tumbled towards the wall as her own hands landed upon lean shoulders. Y/n pulled Violet flush against her, in an effort to keep them both from falling. With a shaky release of breath and heart beating out of her chest, Violet's eyes flickered across Y/n's face.

As Y/n went to move away, Violet's grip tightened, her fingers flexing into the material of Y/n's uniform as she steadied herself. Her heartbeat had slowed slightly, but not settled as the excitement of their position dawned upon her.

The woman's eyes took in the pink dusting of Violet's cheeks and quickly dilating pupils. Violet's hands shook as she slid them across Y/n's shoulders and toward her neck. With bated breath she waited for a response of any kind. Would Y/n push her off, tell her she was as bad as the Lord she worked for before, and leave the Ton in fear of Violet ruining her? Before her thoughts could spiral anymore, she felt Y/n's hold on her waist loosen and her hands migrated up towards the sides of her breast, stopping before making contact. With the slightest of pressure on her ribcage, she was guided backwards a few inches until she was pressed against the wall.

Shooting forward, she brought their mouths together. Every thing she had imagined in no way measured up to the soft caress of Y/n's lips against her own. With one hand she cradled the side of Y/n's face, smoothing the apple of her cheek with her thumb as she tried to commit the very feel of the woman to her memory. Her other hand grasped at her neck like an anchor.

With greater confidence, Y/n snaked her hand inward and cusped the woman's breast, causing Violet to release a gasp into the kiss. She slowly swiped her tongue across Violet's lower lip and gently prodded into her mouth. Y/n ran her thumb over Violet's raised nipple, feeling it tighten at her ministrations.

Despite the cold night air, Violet's skin was hot to the touch and the all too familiar warmth of arousal grew in her lower belly. Her legs clenched together in need as she tried to relieve the aching. Once Y/n noticed Violet's squirming she broke the kiss and lowered herself slightly to lick and suck at Violet's neck. Perfectly positioned as to not break contact, Y/n dropped her hands to Violet's legs. Through the soft fabric of her nighty, Y/n felt her way from the outside of Violet's leg to the inner crease of where they strongly pressed together. She swiftly parted them with force, filling the space with her own leg. Violet sighed heavily and let her head thud against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. Not allowing the woman a moment of reprieve, Y/n's hands wrapped around her waist and forced her upon her leg. Violet's hips involuntarily bucked at the first contact, and a hearty moan clawed its way out of her throat.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, she dropped her forehead to Y/n's shoulder and breathed heavily. She could feel the slick of her arousal cling to her night dress at the point where Y/n's leg pressed into her. She could hardly believe herself, rutting into the other woman like a wild animal, out in the open, with only the protection of darkness. She flushed at her own indecency. Y/n tugged on her nightgown, causing her breasts to become exposed. Her head shot up as she quickly searched the hall, it was useless, the pitch black of night was thicker than tar. Lips enclosed around her nipple, licking softly at the peak and then tugging it sharply with teeth. She yelped and immediately bit into Y/n's shoulder to quiet herself. Breathing through her nose, she felt Y/n's fingertips drag the bottom of her nightgown up towards her. With great anticipation, she felt Y/n gently remove her leg from between her thighs and continue the slow drag of fabric upwards.

She raised her head and met the other woman's eyes, "Please, touch me, I-" Y/n's hand cupped her radiating sex and she ground the heal of her palm into the Violet's clit and traced the opening of her lips. Not knowing what to do with herself, she laid soft kisses on the column of Y/n throat, mewling slightly as Y/n's fingers entered her wetness. Her eyes shut as Y/n rhythmically entered her, her own clenching creating a delectable drag when Y/n removed her fingers.

"Ohh, please, Y/n please," Violet begged in a whisper. She whimpered as Y/n's pace increased and her fingers started to curl into her as if she were searching for something. And indeed she was, Y/n felt for the spongy texture of her walls and ran her finger tips against it with pressure. Violet nearly choked at the sensation, even with all her experiences with Edmund, she had never felt such delight. Her legs closed, as if she were worried Y/n would suddenly remove herself. Violet's mind became hazy as she lost herself in their love making. She could feel Y/n everywhere, Y/n's mouth had consumed her entirely, her long fingers had graced her insides, and she was sure that the woman had somehow penetrated her mind.

Her hips began to stutter and Y/n could tell she was close. She watched Violet's face contort in pleasure as she played her like an instrument and listened for the beautiful music she emitted. Her gasps and whines were enough encouragement for Y/n to double her efforts and add another finger. Violet's back arched and Y/n could feel her walls quake with her release. Slowing her ministrations, she continued to guide her through the entirety of her completion.

Once she was sure Violet had finished, Y/n gently removed her fingers but kept one hand flush with her still pulsing sex and the other moved hair out of her face. Violet looked at her owlishly, face burning from the activity. She looked something out of the paintings that her and Lady Danbury had par-oozed the day she admitted her desperation for touch; breasts proudly displayed and nipples now raised by the cool air, skin reddened with arousal and hair tousled from the friction of the wall.

"We should go to my room, and talk," Violet offered breathlessly.

...

Back in the safety of her room, Violet offered Y/n a nightgown to change into. Sitting on the bed, she watched as Y/n undressed in front of her. All the bravado she had moments ago vanished, and she sat on her hands to keep herself from reaching out. When the other woman finished changing, Violet opened the bed invitingly, "Since I have no obligations tomorrow and you are the only one permitted to enter my room, you can stay the night and we will be unbothered." She smiled softly and Y/n smiled back.

Her heart fluttered with contentment as Y/n climbed into bed and opened her arms to the other woman. With her head laid on Y/n's chest, Violet released a deep breath as she settled. Her eyes began to close in relaxation until a thought crossed her mind, "was that your first time with a woman?"

"No," Violets chest tightened and her heart picked up as she listened intently, "The last house I worked for, the Lady and I became close..." Their earlier conversation came to the forefront of Violet's mind as this new information clicked into place. It was not a Lord per say who had misused Y/n, but a Lady. A Lady who Y/n undoubtedly got caught with and thus came the termination of her employment.

Her hand went to Y/n's, "It is quite a miracle you are here today," Violet thanked her guardian angels for bringing Y/n safely to her. Of all the things that could have happened to Y/n, for her to only lose a job rather than her head was an act of divine intervention.

"It is, it really is. I heard that the Lord of the house had actually passed recently, and now there are only three people who know this secret, including you and I." Violet hummed, her eyes slipped closed and right before sleep took her an offhanded thought drifted through her mind, she vindictively wished that number would be reduced to two.

...

Violet and Y/n awoke as a knock sounded on Violet's door. Startled, Y/n leapt out of bed, ducked towards the ground and shimmied underneath it. Violet's heart raced as she dawned a robe and opened it just a crack.

Before her stood Hyacinth with a letter in hand, "Mama, you have been asleep all day," she drawled, "I know you haven't been sleeping well, however I figured you should sleep no longer as we have received word," the young girl shoved the letter towards her mother, "that Colin and Penelope will be returning from their honeymoon this afternoon."

"Oh, thank you Hyacinth-"

"And I took it upon myself to invite the Featheringtons over to celebrate their arrival. It is rather perfect timing, Eloise and Francesca are yet to leave so we will have ample conversation. I have alerted the staff of all preparations needed, don't worry a thing Mama," She leaned forward and kissed her mom on the cheek before skipping off. Violet scoffed and closed her door.

"It turns out I do have obligations." The women laughed at Hyacinth's behavior. Y/n got out from under the bed, and immediately started to arrange Violet's outfit for the day.

...

Calling hour arrived and Lady Danbury swiftly made her way through the long halls of the Bridgerton estate. Her heels struck menacingly against the wood floors. The butler guiding her to the drawing room felt as though if he did not keep pace with her, she would strike him with her cane.

“Lady Bridgerton you have a caller, the fine Lady Danbury is here.”

“Let her right in, thank you.” Violet stood from the couch and clasped her hands in front of her. She was sure her friend would have quite the shock when she told her of last night’s tryst with Y/n. The moment Lady Danbury had crossed the threshold, Violet could tell the woman was eager to speak.

“Violet, thank goodness I have caught you alone. I found out about your...friend's previous employment.” Violet cocked her head to the side, she had such a blissful morning with Y/n that she had nearly forgotten about the wild goose chase she had sent Lady Danbury on.

"Oh, what did you discover."

"She was working for the-" a footman cleared his throat as he entered the drawing room.

"My Lady, the Featheringtons have arrived." He announced. Violet nodded and waited for him to exit before resuming the conversation.

"You were saying Agatha?"

"Well that’s just it. The Featheringtons."

[redheadspark]

15. Offering to help with chores....with Oli Wood 😆

A/N - STELLA! Very adorable! thanks for the request, bestie!

Care

Summary - Oliver tends you while you're sick

Warnings - Just fluff

“Oliver? What in Merlin—“

“I’m cleanin’ up the place while you rest, luv,”

“But I can help, I can—“

Oliver saw you were about to get up from the bed, covered in sweat with your hair plastered to your forehead and a fever threatening about to spike. He rushed over, helping you lay back on the bed again.  You sighed, fatigue hitting you again as your head hit the pillow.

“I got it, luv.  You need sleep, remember?” He reminded you as you blinked a him and saw him perch over you.  It was true: you were told to get plenty of sleep from the Healers at St. Mungos when you were there last night.  Catching a nasty virus from your holiday travels with Oliver, you thought it was simply a head cold or a runny nose.  But vomiting in the bathroom and nearly passing out resorted in Oliver taking you to the hospital.  Come to find out it was worst, and you were ordered to stay in bed for at least 24 hours until the medicine kicked in and you were well enough to break the fever.

Oliver felt terrible, it was his idea to go on a traveling holiday since the quidditch season was officially over and he wanted some down time with you.  Seeing the guilt on his face as you were in the hospital bed, you wanted to tell him that it was okay and that you would be fine.  But knowing your husband, he was going to worry.  

“I want ya to lay here and get better,” He explained as he pushed some of your sweaty hair away from your eyes, seeing him softly smile at him as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head, “It’s not a whole lit to cleanup anywho, and once I’m done with the chores I’ll order us some soup from that one pub we like down the street,”

“You’re far too good for me,” You hummed to him, seeing him chuckle and shrug.

“We’re both too good for one another, how about that?” He countered back, making you stick out your tongue at him as he poked your side, “Now go to sleep!  I got this, alright?”

Oliver was always one to help out whenever he could, for as long as you’ve known when since you two were in school together at Hogwarts he would place others before himself.  It was in his nature as the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain: he was a leader and lead in the best way.  You loved that about him, seeing it more when you two became a couple and eventually got married.  He was used to working hard in everything he did, from the massive projects around the house that he would do to save some money, to chores.

Chores, much to your surprise, was not a burden on Oliver.

He rather enjoyed doing the chores with you, not that either one of you were messy or hoarders.  He liked things a bit tidy too, even in how he packed his quidditch bag or set his equipment next to the door in order toga it on his way out.  You would think he would have some kind of messy streak about him, but it was the opposite. He liked things clean and tidy, perhaps it was his way to keeping his now worries and overthinking in tact.  The poor quidditch player would get paranoid about the games, the finances he would bring from being on a quidditch team, and trying to provide for the pair of you though you had full time job yourself.  

You admired that about him, but you still reminded him that you were a team.

Living Sundays open as your chore days were the best, solely it was because you two had the time together.  You would blast music and open he window to let the natural air flow into your little apartment.  Fluffing out the baskets and pillows, cleaning out the sink and dishes that were about to pile up and overflow, it was all an east going day.  You both loved doing it together, to bring the space you two created and shared some peace again.  

Now that you were bedridden, it felt off.

You woke up from a long nap a few hours later, feeling bit better and noticing that your fever finally broke.  Blinging slowly and rubbing your eyes, you looked over to the nightstand to see a tall glass of cold water waiting for you on a coaster, along with your book you were currently reading and a lit candle that was jasmine scented.  You grinned, pushing yourself up to drink a large amount of the water and wrapped yourself in your blanker.  Thankfully your body wasn’t aching as much, and the water did hope tremendously while you shuffled out of the bedroom to find Oliver.

The living room was spotless, nothing out of place or out of sort while a steaming bowl of soup was waiting for you on the coffee table along with tea and the radio softly playing in the background.  You could hear the water running from the kitchen, the soft sounds of Oliver humming floated in the air as you walked in a bit more and grinned from ear to ear.

“How ya feelin’?” You heard, seeing Oliver walk out of the kitchen and over to you.  He was sporting your apron you would use to bake, along with a cloth over his shoulder and his hands on his hips as you chuckled.

“What?” he asked, you gesturing to the apron he was wearing.

“You look rather dashing in that,” You teased, Oliver rolling his eyes as he pointed back at you.

“You sound like yourself, which I would take as a sign that you’re gettin’ better,” He replied, giving you a small hug, “I got your favorite soup you like along with your tea that will help with ya cough,”

“Look at you being my personal private healer,” You replied as he guided you over to the couch, taking off your blanket to have you sit carefully amongst the cushions,” You should have been a Healer than a quidditch player,”

“Oh har har,” He joked then sitting down next to you.  You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling him wrap his arm around you and plant a kiss on your forehead, “I’m just glad you’re gettin’ all better,”

“Thanks to you,” you commented, feeling him squeeze you a bit more when you spoke again, “Taking care of me and doing that chores, that means a lot, Oli,”

“I’d do it everyday for you.” He vowed.  You knew he would, he had such a massive heart that seemed to be overlooked or overshadowed by others.  You were one of the very few that say all that he would give without him grumbling or arguing about it.  It made you grateful and thankful that he would you pour out all of his love to you.

The rest of the night was spent with him spoon feeding you the soup and telling you the recent quidditch gossip for his team.  It was a great night, except when Oliver got the bug you got rid off and it was his turn to be bed ridden,

The End

[amaleu-antmat]

The case files of Jeweler Richard vol 8 spoiler!

Part 2?

(Continuing from where I left in the previous post)

After Seigi and Catherine finished buying the groceries, Richard and Catherine enter a little discussion about the treasure hunt again, as the air grew heavy Seigi interjected to lighten the mood "Uhm, I thought I'd make seafood stew for dinner. I got some really delicious ingredients, Bouillabaisse is from this place right?" After Seigi said that the two other people look at him with almost scared? Lol faces, they moved in sync with other indescribable intense emotions, and that scare the hell out of Seigi, the poor guy think <what did I say this time? Did I make a mistake with the menu? Or are they allergic?> 😂

Richard "Bouillabaisse....wow."

Seigi "Wow, what?"

Catherine "Oh, Seigi...Bouillabaisse is a dish from Provence, but it's very difficult..."

Richard "The shrimp and fish have to be dressed just right, and the vegetables require preparation as well. It also needs to be simmer for an extremely long time. At any rate, it is an unavoidable difficult path"

Seigi "Don't worry, I can do it, it's not a problem"

Catherine "Just the thought of preparing a meal that takes so much effort makes me want to pass out. You should rethink this, even locals don't make it, it's too much hassles"

Richard "You didn't come here to hone your cooking skills. I strongly suggest you save your energy for other tasks"

Seigi "Ah..."

Mother and son duo are preoccupied because of past experiences, I guess 😆 and don't want Seigi to go through it. Seigi catches on the fact that they are both incapable of doing basic chores. He said to give him 2 hours and to not peek under any circumstances.

While Seigi cooks, he thinks that he should feed Richard so that he'll have the energy to solve the mystery of the treasure hunt like Sherlock Holmes. He finished cooking and came out, Richard had found other marbles in the meantime, he asked where Catherine was, and Richard told him that she went to check if the pizza place was open.

Seigi "I appreciate having a backup plan, but I really don't think we're going to need it"

Richard "So it seems...." 😆 (dunno why, but this part made me laugh)

Richard set the tableware, etc, and Catherine returned with news that it's closed for vacation.

Seigi set the pot containing dinner on the table and pulled off the lid, he looks at them and see.... indescribable tension, the mother-son duo peer at the pot, <was it admiration? For me? No. For the Bouillabaisse.> 🤣

(Here's a food pic, just so that you'll feel the hunger I felt when searching for it out of curiosity)

Richard "What on...."

Catherine "C'est Magnifique! I can't believe it."

They approach the table with caution, unsure as if it was a crashed ufo...<I didn't put anything bad in it....> 😁 (I find it funny how careful he is acting right now, it's really like encountering your mother in law and trying to be liked by her, only, Seigi doesn't seem to realise this, for all this novel he is diveded between pleasing her and trying to make Richard happy at the same time? But when he is nice to her, Richard is a bit sulky)

Seigi began portioning the serving and encourage them to eat.

Catherine tells Seigi to say bon appetit, and when he does the mother son duo answer in unison "Merci" Richard pout, Catherine smiles. Seigi thinks that something of the sort must have happen in the past in this estate. Seigi ask what they thought about the Bouillabaisse, Catherine teary-eyed respond that it tastes like happiness itself.

Richard "...Well, he always has been a good cook"

Catherine "Richard, you are being rude. Thank Seigi this instant"

Richard looks mortified for a moment and then looks at Seigi <This feels like a standoff between East and West, but that would make me his opponent, and I'd be knocked out before I even got a swing in. It would never occur to me to pick such a fight, I'd just wind up on my knees begging for mercy for all eternity> Seigiiiiiiiii 😆

Richard look at him a bit bashfully "Seigi, I've known for quite a while now that you are a talented cook, but it seems I must acknowledge your skills once again. Bravo. Perhaps you could open a restaurant if you felt so inclined. But I have to ask, when did you learn to cook this?"

Catherine "what an arrogant way to say that. Does that even count as a compliment?"

Richard "Stay out of this"

Seigi "Ahh uhm, thanks Richard. Where did I learn this? Good question"

Wanting to alleviate the tension he confess to them that it's his first time cooking this and he just followed the recipe, the mother-son duo doesn't believe him and tells him to stop joking with a wave of their hand in front of them and the same expression. They gives example about how cooking is hard like if you cook an egg in high heat it'll burn or about how it will explode in the microwave if run for too long, and that the odds of Seigi succeeding in that dish in the first try was too low. 😆

Catherine think for a moment that it's a japanese men skills but immediately turn down that theory as she had a friend who married a jap man who couldn't even fold underwear. Richard blatantly asks Seigi what tricks he uses.

Catherine "Can't you just say thank you, I love it?"

Richard " I don't know how many times I have to tell you, but you have no right to interject here"

Seigi the poor potato "Oh, it's fine, I'm uhm used to it! Yes! Let's eat!"

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Hello!

I've got a Gallifreyan friend living here on Earth. They've managed to fit in and get used to the planet, but they've been feeling homesick. So, my question is: what are some of the ways to make them feel like they are back on Gallifrey? I don't know anything about the culture, or their ways of living, or the food... I'm willing to learn and help out a friend!

Thank you in advance!

How do I help a Gallifreyan who's home sick?

Helping your Gallifreyan friend feel a touch of home on Earth is a thoughtful and caring gesture. Here's how to sprinkle some Gallifreyan into their Earthly life.

🌌 Create a Cosy Gallifreyan Look

Gallifrey has some stunning vistas your friend may be missing. If you live together or otherwise have the opportunity, you could decorate their room or communal rooms to show that off - mimic the burnt orange skies and silver-leafed flora of Gallifrey by adorning a room with warm, orange hues, silver accents, and perhaps a mural of the iconic Citadel if you're feeling daring. LED lights, sunset lamps, and maybe even a DIY Kasterborous constellation on the ceiling could bring the Gallifreyan heavens right to your living room. You could also incorporate the elegant, circular Gallifreyan script into gifts, wall art, or even coasters.

📚 Literature and Art

Dive into Earth's science fiction and fantasy, finding parallels with Gallifreyan epics. Maybe host a "Gallifreyan Book Club," where each read is followed by a lively debate on temporal ethics.

🔠 Language

Learning Gallifreyan phrases is no small feat, but even mastering a "Good Morning" can demonstrate a real interest in your friend's culture and make them feel more homely.

🍲 A Taste of Gallifrey

Gallifreyan dishes might be elusive on Earth, but you can experiment. Create dishes inspired by the diverse tastes of the cosmos—maybe a dessert that's a visual tribute to the Untempered Schism, with swirling patterns and a touch of edible silver, or even just recipes with unique ingredients or cooking methods that are out of the ordinary.

🌿 Gallifrey in Bloom

If you have the space, create a small garden or indoor plant area silver-leaved plants (dusty miller or lamb's ear) and vibrant orange blooms (marigolds or California poppies). This can be a peaceful spot for your friend to feel connected to the landscapes of Gallifrey.

🌐 Stimulate the Gallifreyan Mind

Gallifreyans love a good puzzle. Why not organise a game night every week with logic puzzles and strategy games, or even just a book club focusing on topics like astrophysics, philosophy, or time travel.

🌟 Cosmic Connection

Arrange nights dedicated to observing the cosmos, maybe with a telescope borrowed from your local astronomy club. Discussing the stars, their histories, and mysteries is a great night for a Gallifreyan.

🔄 Earthly Traditions, Gallifrey Style

Merge Earth holidays with Gallifreyan customs. Too start with, Otherstide and Christmas are quite similar, it would be very easy to mix the two.

🤝 Telepathic Bonding (Metaphorically)

Living on a planet without a telepathic culture can make Gallifreyans feel quite cut off. While you can't establish a literal telepathic connection, deep conversations that allow for sharing thoughts can mimic this bond.

🏫 So...

Helping your friend alleviate their homesickness by incorporating elements of Gallifreyan culture into your shared experiences is a fab idea. It's the small gestures that will remind them that, while they might be far from Gallifrey, they're never truly alone. 🌍💫🌟

Related:

Factoid: What gift would suit my Gallifreyan and their biology?

What are some inhuman things about Time Lords that are noticeable after a few glances?: List of key identifiers for Gallifreyans.

How to track and manage artron levels?: How artron levels can be tracked and managed, plus symptoms of hypo/hyperartronosis and first-line treatment.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[the-kr8tor]

November 1st...start the countdown. 6 days (counting today). Daily Hobie HC! Will I give you hints to whats coming? nuh uh. Will I say that this round is based off a song? Yeah (Miss Murder by AFI) Hobie hummed to himself as he moved around the kitchen, cooking some spaghetti for dinner. His eyes absent-mindedly moved towards the direction of the door, waiting for you to come home. As if he had predicted your arrival with thoughts of how you'd cuddle him tonight and he'll listen to all your adventures, you walked through the front door. Unable to hold himself back from teasing you, Hobie took one look at you and smirked, calling you 'his little robin hood'. You couldn't help but roll your eyes fondly, practically collapsing into his arms. You leant against his body in a hug, enjoying the warmth that emitted off him. Hobie gently stroked your hair and held you close, kissing the crown of your head lovingly, keeping an eye on the sauce. Hobie watched as you pull away, clearly intent on having a bath. You couldn't help but kiss Hobie shut as he placed his hands on your waist, teasing you about the surprisingly non-existent blood on your shirt. As your body leaves his hands to go have a quick bath to wash off the stench that came with dragging and fighting drunk assholes, Hobie is quick to wash his hands (So any possible dirt doesn't contaminate food) and return to cooking. By the time you came out, dinner had already been served. Hobie could notice the bags under your eyes as you both eat, talking about some highlights of the day in between bites. Even though it was your turn to do the dishes, he wouldn't mind taking this one for you. He encouraged you to get comfy in bed, lightly nudging you away whenever you even tried to get close to the dirty dishes. With the use of puppy eyes though, Hobie internally smirked as his tactic worked. There wasn't much to clean up, as Hobie had done most of them while he was cooking, which gave him more time to cuddle with you in bed. Once he had put everything back, Hobie made his way down the hall and into the bedroom, seeing your sleepy and loving gaze on him caused his heart to completely melt like butter. He climbed into bed, pulling you close to him under the covers and holding you against him. Hobie felt your arms loop around his body as well, one of your fingers tracing gentle patterns against his back. Hobie contentedly hummed in response as you rambled on about your various murders today. A lot of drunkenly undeserving-of-children parents, but it was a Sunday. Only a couple of uncaring policemen, but otherwise nothing else. The blood that had been splattered on your clothes before you came home must've been from a dirty fight with one of the drunks, as you tiredly mentioned. Normally, you could get people just fine, but one of them tried to wrestle away your gun away from you. A stupid move which would only work with Hollywood plot armor, inevitably leading to their demise. Hobie chuckled upon hearing your comparison of Hollywood plot armor to the stupid move. You weren't wrong, but your tired and grumpy voice made it more amusing. Eventually, you managed to drift off while talking, your voice quietening until it was nothing but soft breaths against Hobie's chest. He gently pecked the tip of your nose, bringing up the blanket to be tucked snuggly at your shoulders. Hobie gently stroked your hair, going slow and soft until he himself had fallen asleep. -🐦‍⬛

Counting down to what? 😧

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

Give hints pls I offer uh...more hobie fluff in the coming days?????

Coming home to Hobie while cooking in your frilly apron must've been a sight to behold!! Such a domestic scene 🤭🤭

The mention of blood took me out lmaooo and here I thought r was like a regular office worker 😆

R is secretly a badass!!

Lol glad u mentioned hobie washing his hands again after that bc I went "wash your fucking hands before--- oh" 😂

I bet Hobie makes the meanest spaghetti ever!! Now I'm hungry

Awww he's too sweet 🥺

Lmao just casually talking abt murder while in bed with the love of your life like you're just talking abt what happened at the office 🤣

[spookysalem13]

ADHD Story:

I was journaling when my back hurt, so I got up did a little twist cracked my back then was like "I have to pee" went to the bathroom and saw my skincare, so I did my skincare.

I got emotional about memories of doing my recently passed away Grandmother's skincare & had a train of thought that lead me on a story time social media post.

Came back into my room I thought "what was I doing? Idk but I'm hungry" went into the kitchen to make cream of rice. Walked back into room "why am I in here? Idk? Man I should take these dirty dishes out" proceeds to take dirty dishes out of bedroom and scrub them in the sink.

(Hears timer on microwave) "oh yeah food" finishes making breakfast, grabs a drink and heads back into room. Sits food down on side table and thinks "I need to clean up the trash this is driving me crazy" proceeds to pick up trash, burns out half way through thinks "well better than nothing".

Sits down to eat, food is now cold 😆. Sees writing pad on bed and remembers I was writing ✍️ and proceeds to eat while writing.

Full circle 🤣

[uhblyat]

Hi everyone!! I ' ve already posted this fic on ao3 and ficbook , but i I thought it would be nice to post it here too. I bet it's not an explicit content, but it's half of it😆😆

Closer to five in the morning, the summer gentle sun rose, awakening the sensitive nature outside the window. It slid along the trunks and branches of trees, casting long black shadows on the ground; the outlines of objects in the apartment become clearer under the influence of the rays. The fresh morning air replaced the oppressive atmosphere of the night, which no longer had any right to host: the rare roll call of birds mixed with the rustle of green foliage literally took your breath away, creating a feeling of serenity. Such a soft, warm, and genuine morning. The very beginning of the day, when the forces fill your soul, breathing in hope and carrying it through the doubts of the mind. The waves have washed away the footprints in the sand, and the wind is singing its strange song. Meanwhile, Aleksi is not sleeping either: an unknown force lifts him out of bed and calls him to action: in this case, you need to wake up the Olli with the miracle phrase "Are you asleep???" when he sees the tenth dream, but Kaunisvesi decides that only a kiss from a loved one awakens the princess, so he bends down and carefully covers his lips with Matela's, after which he whispers softly in his ear,

—Get up, stop sleeping,— and while he turns around, pointing out about twenty ways where Aleksi can go early now, the percussionist attentively silently watches from the side, not even thinking about ending the torture. Of course, his boyfriend is interested in what the fuck Aleksi is lifting him up for, to which Kaunisvesi waves him off and literally jumps out of bed,

— I came up with something ,Olli, it's just awful how cool, get up, please, we need to do everything just now, while the sun is not at its zenith and Mercury is not Retrograde, come on, please, please, you love me, and brazenly presses on a weak spot, already triumphant in his thoughts about victory and anticipating the upcoming aesthetic delight. Ten minutes later, the bassist throws off the blanket, gets out of bed and slowly, barely stepping over, crawls into the bathroom, and Aleksi, almost bouncing, follows from behind. A plaid falls on Olli's broad shoulders while he swears at this hateful day and no less, at the moment, an annoying little boy who literally erases the last day off from a busy Matela. Kaunisvesi decides that the best way out of the situation at the moment is to escape from an angry man and quickly clean up the mess in the kitchen, because curly is unlikely to appreciate such cleanliness and will definitely force the little one to make a cocktail with Mr. Proper.

It takes only twenty minutes to do this: skillful hands quickly wipe the plates with a sponge and rinse the mugs; immediately putting the dishes in their place. When the water stops flowing almost simultaneously in the bathroom and in the kitchen, something clicks in the dark-haired man's brain and he leaves for a second, bringing two stools into the shower, placing one after the other. On the first one, which is closer to the mirror, he seats Olli, whose face clearly expresses misunderstanding, and he settles on the second piece of furniture, burying his fingers in curls and fingering them. A hand reaches out to a white cabinet and takes out different jars— Alexiarchy has long reigned in this house, which means that all the shelves will be filled with different bottles of his intricately shaped care products, they will definitely not fit into one compartment and will be scattered in different drawers. In one of the palms there is a silver spray bottle with varnish, and in the other, which becomes momentarily free, a wooden comb with sparse teeth. Kauniswesi lifts up a little to see Matela in the mirror, and begins to comb his hair, sometimes twisting and pushing the strands in different directions to make sure his decisions about the hairstyle are correct. The percussionist notices out of the corner of his eye how the victim of his bullying is struggling He tries not to fall asleep, barely opening his eyelids, and this, of course, flatters, forcing him to take pity and do everything faster, speeding up the process of freeing the prisoner of inexhaustible ideas. The comb turns out to be in his teeth, and his fingers fix the hair in the right position, immediately patching the curl,

—Hold your breath for a second, please,—Aleksi asks and continues to fasten the curls. Having achieved the desired effect of elevation after a while, the guy begins to work on the main part of the head, now kneeling on a chair. Conjuring over the patches for another half hour and, finally, having finished with the image for them, Kaunisvesi proceeds to probably his most favorite thing: on the dressing table there are pallets and various tubes with viscous contents, unknown to anyone. The dark—haired man moves to Olli's hips and stays there, throwing his leg over, hinting at the hopelessness of the situation, — I'll put some shadows here and that's it, honestly, - lies, and brazenly and to his face. Actually, as always. Soft brushes soon and often fall on the skin of the face, creating a dark haze, the moist core of the eyeliner touches the place below the mucous membrane, in the area of eyelash growth, and draws the curve of the eye, focusing on the lower eyelid. A couple more strokes, a couple of drooling cotton swabs—Olli doesn't disdain, does he? And thank the gods, as well as the ruined disks: now, Aleksi is not sitting in front of a familiar lover, but a godlike lover, which is what Kaunisvesi was trying to achieve. After admiring his work for a minute or two, the guy notices the missing element and goes after yesterday's parcel, grabbing scissors and hastily cutting the cardboard along with the tape. All sorts of rubbish almost falls to the floor, and the percussionist sits down, now carefully examining the ordered items.The gaze immediately clings to a metal replica of a thorn wreath with thorns, so he quickly unpacks it and hooks it on Matela's head. After sending the stalls with the request "Do we have at least something to chew?!", Kaunisvesi decides to take care of himself and takes off his robe, completely exposing himself and sitting in front of the mirror.

With a large brush, he randomly applies black pigment to the neck and collarbones, enters the chest and shades the edges. Now he is dirty, smeared and at the same time vulgar. A cold chain helps to add peppercorns to the image: it is attached just below the adam's apple, thin stripes flow in different directions from the middle, imitating the bones of the ribs, and the catchy hanging stones on the solar plexus cannot leave indifferent even those far from art. Aleksi's eyelid makeup is extremely different: a neat haze turns into bold strokes, now flaunting on the blind furrow, temples are also decorated with shadows; eyebrows are laid with gel and clear boundaries of their shape are drawn. The image creates a feeling of complete rebellion, avant-garde and a pinch of sharpness; it remains to add pity to the look and form a nest on the head, which Kaunisvesi, of course, did an excellent job with.

The aroma of fresh coffee wafts from the kitchen, and even among these tart notes, a dark-haired man can catch the smell of unique classics: sandwiches made of rye bread, processed cheese and cucumber along with tomatoes. And there's a hunting sausage on top, but a little bit of it so that it's not greasy. Bare feet barely move on the floor, and the guy is already peering through the door jamb, closely watching Matela's actions. He, as the most caring and gentle chosen one, prepares the table for a meal and lays out kitchen appliances, while Aleksi, in his place, would simply throw the dish in his face and fork along with it, calmly saying "Fuck you" and hiding in another room. But no, in the place of such an ignoramus, the kind Olli, who will serve food, and wipe his mouth, and kiss his forehead, — and meanwhile, the dark-haired man was already sitting his ass at the table,— there is more in the house than a guy who clearly does not want to learn manners. — And what are we going to do?,— it comes from another part of the kitchen and Kaunisvesi looks up from the food, looking at her lover,

— So, listen, only carefully! You are my god, I am your sinner. You are the arbiter of earthly destinies, who noticed another mortal for violating the laws and subsequently arranged for him to be judged in heaven. Like the ancient Greek goddess Themis, only in an improved version,"eating a sandwich, Aleksi sometimes stopped to chew food,

—Do you know her? Themis was an ancient Greek goddess associated with divine law, order and justice. She was known for her sharp mind and impartiality, acting as the personification of justice with scales in one hand and blindfolded, which enhanced the effect of a cold mind. She was also associated with wisdom, because indirectly she controlled divination and clairvoyance. And, of course, in front of me, a violator of all the rules, you couldn't resist. Don't worry, nothing below the torso will be visible, at the level of the end of the ribs at most,— grinning, he bypasses Olli's sidelong glance and reproach about clothes, washes down pieces of coffee with milk and rises from his seat,

—I really wanted us to have a beautiful shared photo. And so I can't shame you by just taking a picture of us kissing against the background of some boring nature,— coming closer and tracing the outline of Matela's nose with the tip of her finger, Aleksi smiles and takes her partner's hand,

—Let's go?

Both are standing on a white background in the bedroom, Kaunisvesi is constantly running, fussing and putting a small mirror in front of the couple soon standing together. Having straightened his hair several times and tousled it even more, he stares at the reflection, poses and moves to the deputy of Themis, starting to build up his position,

—So you take this in your left hand, and holds out a sophisticated golden scale, on the pallet of which there are rose petals, — note, only on one side, — Extend your arm, do not bend at the elbow. Lower. Even lower. Now bend over and come to me a little bit. Yeah, put your finger on the long beam and make the scales unbalanced so that the part with the flowers hangs down. Here! Great, you 're doing well. Look straight at the camera, a stern, confident look. Well, no, not like you're ready to kill me, on the contrary, — when a percussionist thinks about his eyes, he completely forgets about the bandage and takes it out of the piled things. It has already collapsed and got dirty, but this apparently does not bother the guy,

—Stand still, — and places the fabric around his neck in an untied state. The ends of the tattered rags fall on the right shoulder, it does not waver at all from touching and Aleksi unconditionally likes it ,— THAT'S RIGHT!!! Bring your eyebrows together a little, the corners of your lips go down a little. Just a relaxed state, okay? Well, don't lower your lower jaw too much, just close your teeth inside. Now put your right hand on my chin, as if hugging me from below. And hold it, lifting it a little towards you. I'll look up to you, you don't react. The palm falls to the right place and slightly squeezes the convex bone, and Kaunisvesi follows his own plan, and, now staring so pitifully, helplessly and sadly, bites his lower lip at the last moment. The timer goes off after ten seconds and the photo is immediately saved on the device, the dark—haired man hurries to look at the result and admires the picture he took,

—Look, we turned out so good here, it's just so sexy, even multiplied by ten to the third power! Well, judge for yourself, — showing the result to Olli, Aleksi stares so hard that his smile doesn't crack at the seams, "Wait,maybe another one?" — and when the lover gives up, realizing that there is hardly any more If they manage to protest, the percussionist puts the camera back and sets the time for the picture. While Matela does not have time to come to his senses, Kaunisvesi stands on tiptoes and wraps his arms around his neck, clinging to a silk beige fabric that artfully flows over his body; arching his lower back and fixing himself in one position while he kisses his chosen one for the second time in a day; and even very cheekily, as a real sinner should, licking his own with the tip sticky drooling from his lower lip; and he is amused by this, because power over God is inherent only to the creator, but here the soul was taken over by a vicious earthly one who does not know what he is doing. The click symbolizes the photo taken, Aleksi does not want to pull away, but he has to. After looking at the result, he grins and stretches contentedly, hanging himself around his neck again,

—But I'll put the last frame on my wallpaper. And you have to do the same with the first one, don't worry, I remember that you're shy,— Kaunisvesi runs his fingers over the back of his head, feels the literally frozen curls and slightly bows his head,

—What if people'd look at your lockscreen? And here is such a shame, such a perversion… Anyway, I'll edit it on my laptop, transfer it later and send it, okay? You're my most beautiful,— Alex said, running his hand over Olli's cheek, then smeared his shadows a little, drawing thin lines down,

—Let me take a picture of you?

[bearsanpancakes]

Mitsuki Izumi - RabbiTube Mini Rabbit chat

[Note: I am translating from the Taiwanese server of IDOLiSH7, not the Japanese server! Translations might differ from the original Japanese version due to that, but it shouldn’t make too much of a difference overall!]

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Touma: Thank you both for yesterday’s RabbiTube Mini afterparty!

Touma: I feel glad to be able to visit your dorm 😄

Mitsuki: Mhmm! Thank you for coming over!

Sogo: Thanks for your hard work, Touma. We should be the ones to thank you instead for bringing a hostess gift.

Mitsuki: The locally-made beer you brought was super good! 🍻 The muscat flavor felt very refreshing!

Sogo: It wasn’t too sweet despite having a fruity flavor to it, it goes down really well.

Touma: I had some of it while I was doing some on-location filming and thought it tasted really good…! I’m glad that you both like it as well!

Mitsuki: Sogo drank until his face was flushed, after all!

Sogo: It was very delicious, so I drank it a little too fast on accident…

Mitsuki: Thankfully it went unnoticed by Tamaki w

Touma: Would something bad happen if he noticed?

Sogo: Not really… It’s just that I’d get caught in embarrassing situations if I had too much to drink… especially that I’d keep causing trouble for Tamaki-kun…

Touma: Is that so? Now I feel like the serious and tense Sogo has a funny side to him after all!

Sogo: I

Sogo: I didn’t act unseemly in front of you, did I!?

Touma: No, no ww It’s just that you constantly gave me peanut shells as a gift w

Sogo: I’m sorry for my unseemly behavior…

Mitsuki: ww

Mitsuki: It’s alright, everyone was drinking super fast and the atmosphere was lively, so don’t worry too much!

Touma: Yeah, that’s right! I also drank tons of beer because Mitsuki-san’s cooking pairs well with alcohol, and it tasted really good!

Mitsuki: Ah!! Your compliment sure does make me happy!

Touma: It truly was amazing!

Touma: The sausages and the mustard potato salad kept me craving for more…

Mitsuki: I’m glad that it suits your appetite! I’ll prepare lots of them for you the next time you visit 💪

Touma: Now that I’m reminded of the dishes, I’m craving them again…

Mitsuki: You sure are an adorable foodie ww

Sogo: Those two dishes are quite popular amongst our teammates as well. 

Touma: Oh, I’m sure it tastes great!! It must be amazing to have a teammate who’s good at cooking…!

Mitsuki: Does ZOOL not cook often?

Touma: We have a guy who can make perfect Japanese cuisine and help out around the kitchen, a guy who once said he doesn’t quite know how to show off his culinary skills to other people, a guy who knows a really great chef, and a guy who only recently learned about temperature and time control when it comes to cooking!

Mitsuki: Ah, I think I know who’s who!!! 😆

Sogo: Once you learn about temperature and time control, you’ll be able to learn how to cook in no time. Touma, you’ve mentioned that your senses are sharp when it comes to picking out seasoning. I think that you could memorize different seasonings immediately, you might have the talent for it.

Touma: So you knew which one was me huh ww

Mitsuki: Yeah! You were previously able to quickly discover ingredients that enhance the flavor of a dish, after all! Especially when it comes to seasoning for Chinese cuisine！

Mitsuki: 

Touma: Yup! I’ve been into slightly spicy flavors recently, so I really enjoy Chinese cuisine!

Sogo: I’ll make some mapo tofu the next time you come over then. There’s been a spice I’ve been wanting to test out…

Mitsuki: Oh, what spice is it?

Sogo: There’s some in the kitchen, let me go take it!

Touma: So you’re both at the dorm right now, huh!

Mitsuki: Sogo is currently tidying up the clothes that need to be washed and I’m looking through my script, we’re doing our own things while chatting!

Touma: That makes me long for a dormitory lifestyle~

Mitsuki: Although there are some exhausting aspects, it’s still really enjoyable!

Mitsuki: Regardless of exhaustion or joy, we can always return to the same home and share the same feelings. That’s what happiness is, don't you think?

Mitsuki: Zool may also suit a dormitory lifestyle. I think it’ll be nice to have some time to understand each other, or in other words, some common time together!

Touma: You’re right… senpai’s words have touched my heart deeply…

Mitsuki: Mhmm, if you all do plan on doing so, then I can give you all suggestions. Just contact me whenever!

Mitsuki: Uwah!

Touma: !?

Touma: Mitsuki-san!?

Touma:

Sogo: Sorry Touma! Mitsuki-san started coughing violently after opening the cover for the spice!

Touma: For real!?

Sogo: He went to drink some water

Sogo: I think he’s still coughing… He’s shaking his head still, could you please wait for a moment?

Touma: About that, our definitions of “slightly spicy” means the same in that it’s only a little bit spicy, right…!?

Sogo: Mhmm, that’s how I comprehended that term as well.

Mitsuki: Sorry for the wait!

Mitsuki: I directly smelled the spice on accident! I forgot to fan the spice with my hand while checking it, so I choked on it!

Touma: Are you guys running a science experiment or something!?

Sogo: Indeed, cooking is quite similar to an experiment. You do have talent after all, Touma.

Mitsuki: Oh~ I see! That’s an appropriate description!

Mitsuki: Sogo, let’s use this spice when we’re together!

Sogo: Okay! Let’s do that…! Touma: IDOLiSH7’s dorm does sound lively after all, how nice!

Sogo: I take it that you want to live a dormitory lifestyle with your teammates after reading Mitsuki-san’s messages?

Touma: Yup~ I think that would be nice!

Touma: It feels lively to simply walk out of the toilet and into the hallway.

Mitsuki: What does that mean? 🤔

Sogo: Did something happen?

Touma: I was startled by Yotsuba and Rokuya in the hallway the moment I stepped out of the toilet.

Touma: They both hugged each other and screamed “It appeared—!?”

Touma: So I said, “Yup, I’m done, so you guys can use it now.”

Touma: I thought to myself, “Simply meeting in the hallway can be so lively after all, huh!”

Mitsuki: www

Mitsuki: I think that’s somewhat our fault.

Sogo: I think it’s because Mitsuki-san and I secretly practiced our zombie acts in the living room at night…

Mitsuki: As we were practicing running while attacking, Nagi and Tamaki, who just finished playing their games, suddenly walked in.

Mitsuki: They screamed, “It appeared—!?” and caused a huge scene 😱

Touma:

Mitsuki: After our RabbiTube mini was released, they were watching it with their eyes closed w

Sogo: That’s right… Maybe they were startled when they saw you in the hallway because you also became a zombie in the video, Touma.

Touma: I see! Mitsuki-san and Sogo’s zombie acting skills were quite good after all w

Mitsuki: Thank you! Although it scared someone, all that practice was worth it ww  

Mitsuki: Touma’s zombie act was perfect as well!

Touma: Speaking of which, my manager grabbed a chair to use as a shield and walked into the practice room while I was practicing ww 

Touma: He thought there was a strange person in the practice room ww

Mitsuki: How cute ww

Mitsuki: We’re creating victims everywhere w

Mitsuki: But that also proves that our performances as zombies were great!

Touma: If I were to receive a job offer to act as a zombie on the spot, I think I’d be able to act it out well w

Sogo: I had lots of fun ever since the start of practice because there were a lot of acting techniques and moves that I don’t get to do often!

Mitsuki: Mhmm! I’m glad to be able to partner up with Sogo and Touma! Thank you! Both of you were very nice to work with 😄

Mitsuki: Let’s have some Chinese cuisine together at our dorm next time! Seriously, do come over soon!

Touma: Okay!! I’ll bring the drinks!!

Sogo: Then I will need to learn how to make some good, slightly spicy dishes.

Mitsuki: 

Touma:

Sogo:

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End of RabbiTube Mini

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi, Mousy! 👋🏻 I hope you've been doing well! ✨ I don't know if these are worth of ideas but I'll leave that to you! It's about the short stories that you wanted ideas from. I pondered the whole day... Here's one of them 😆

So, firstly, I had an idea about your farmer, Julian and my farmer, Ziana. It's based on that one Joja situation with Shane your friend talked to you about, if you remember, hehe (the blue chickens). I would imagine Julian and Ziana were just finished with some farmwork and are resting together (feel free to add more of others' farmers, if you like!) munching some cookies or whatever you can think of (like a picnic maybe?) Ziana has the habit (like me, LOL) who kind of just having random thoughts and questions out of randomness.

So, while they're munching some cookies, Ziana suddenly thinks about Shane's chickens being blue and can't help but think to herself while she's munching on a cookie, finding the thought weird at first. But then she remembered that one time they helped Shane with his Ad video for Joja (you know that cutscene with Emily and Clint as well? Imagine Julian also helping too!) She recalls that Clint turned blue after drinking the Joja Cola. Then Shane also worked with Joja, so...

Everything is a coincidence but it feels right for her conclusion so she just had to ask Julian about this thought... (assuming she's already comfortable with Julian since she tends to ask random questions to those she's comfortable with 😁 The result of doing so is mostly a flick on the forehead from others. Mostly from Isaac 🤣)

How will Julian react upon hearing Ziana's random question? 🤔

It's a funny idea, haha 🤣🤣 For me, at least 😅

I hope this is okay and understandable 😅🙏🏻 My English has worsened lately 🥲

Heeey! Thanks so much for the question! I just got the inspiration for this scenario (the story turned out longer than I thought it would 😅). Hope you like it ❤️

In this story, the main characters are OCs Farmers - Julian (my OC), Ziana (@nimillaarts), Bo (@boinurmom13), and Bella (@ivquatro). Enjoy!

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"The blue chicken theory"

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Many will agree that the middle of spring is the ideal time for a picnic in nature, when the forest has already woken up from its long winter hibernation, and the ground is covered with whole fields of pleasant-smelling flowers; when your skin is blown by a not too cool breeze, and the food is not atacted by pesky midges, which are usually found in summer.

The farmers of the Stardew Valley thought a spring picnic would be a great excuse to get together and relax after the hard work in the fields. Ziana and Julian sat on the edge of a picnic rug on the grass near Marnie's ranch, Bella beside them opening a bottle of homemade juice (everyone had decided to avoid alcohol for this picnic). Bo, having finished helping his friends with the dishes and food, decided to head to the lake with a fishing rod, trying his luck and practising fishing, which, by the way, he hated with all his heart. But, unfortunately to him, fishing is necessary to make some good cash, so Bo trying to learn while he could, and also try not to gag because of the fishy stench.

Bella finally sat down on the rug with the others, pouring apricot juice into her and others mugs.

"Mmm, the cookies is really good!", Ziana was munching contentedly on the four mint cookies Bella had baked just in time for the picnic. Making healthy oatmeal cookies, and at the same time so tasty, is not an easy task, but the red-haired farmer succeed in cooking.

"I can say the same about your homemade juice. I love apricots". Putting the large glass bottle of juice in a basket so the sun wouldn't heat up the drink, Bella took the cranberry rakhat lukum Julian had made from the pretty little plate. Taking a half bite of the sweetness, she hummed a little with pleasure as she chewed the lukum slowly. Julian didn't need any verbal encouragement, as his friend's reaction to the lukum he'd made spoke for itself, so Julian just smiled broadly and began to quench his thirst with apricot juice.

"Hopefully Bo will be back in time from fishing, or his juice will get hot in the sun quickly", Julian said and grabbed from the basket a small avocado and tomato sandwich that Bo had made. The funny thing was that he was the only one who brought salty snacks to the picnic, thinking that "after the sweet stuff, one would immediately crave salty stuff". And he was absolutely right.

While the three farmers were sitting on the picnic rug, chatting and eating tasty snacks, waiting for the fourth farmer to come back from fishing, Jas came back from Pelican Town and excitedly told her uncle, Shane, about something. Behind them, clucking, come three chickens - Charlie, Shane's favorite, and two more, motley, with beautiful blue feathers. When the girl spotted the farmers near her aunt's ranch, she waved her hand in greeting. Shane also raised his hand and smiled weakly - his smile grew a little bigger when Julian, Ziana, and Bella waved back at him and Jas.

"What a beautiful hens! Hehe, so cute!" Ziana gasp, she couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful feathers of chickens.

"Right? So adorable. I even managed to buy two blue chickens from Marnie", Julian was also looking at the chickens, which were noisily stomping around Shane and Jas's feet, begging for attention and pets while Shane tried to open the front door with his key.

"This chickens looks well-fed, and very happy. Still don't understand why Shane still speak about himself so poorly..." Bella recalls with a slightly sad smile a conversation with a pizza and beer lover who was always calling himself worthless in everything he touched. The situation was even worse when Bo told her that he and Julian had found Shane lying near a rock in the rain with a bunch of beer cans. Good thing they'd gotten him to Dr. Harvey in time.

Ziana turned to Bella, looking at her worriedly, and then looked at the ladybug on the rug; she knew about situation with Shane, and the fact that the story had almost ended in tragedy... Even though chicken man often spat caustic phrases and demands for the farmers to leave him alone, Ziana knew that if she got to know him better, and that he actually is a wonderful and interesting friend. She's glad the other farmers gave Shane a chance (although Shane and Bo still exchange sarcasm, and sometimes, when the kids aren't around, heavy swear words).

Julian caught the tone with which Bella said the last sentence and sighed, remembering the feeling of anxiety that they wouldn't get Shane to the clinic in time.

"It's a good thing it all worked out. He said he'd been talking to a therapist for a while now and had even kicked the alcohol habit", Julian set himself up for more positive thoughts, Bella and Ziana nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Shane looked much happier". Ziana smiled softly, still looking at the ladybug and making sure none of her friends inadvertently squashed the little insect. Wanting to change the subject to something more cheerful, Ziana remembered the blue chickens. "How do you think Mr. Shane made his chickens' feathers blue?"

Ziana's question made the other two farmers think for a few moments.

"Well, I don't think he dyes his feathers, the chicks are already born with blue coloring", Julian nodded in confirmation of Bella's words, "So maybe..."

"Goddamn piece of garbage! I hate this fucking fishing! Stupid fish, fucking rod! Bitch ass fucking bullshit!" Before poor Bella could say anything further, all the farmers on the rug were startled by the harsh and loud profanity of Bo, who, stomping loudly and kicking some kind of iron can under his feet, was walking towards his friends. Shane and Jas were also taken aback by the loud noises, but Shane's expression immediately changed from shock to annoyance. He quickly handled the keyhole and led Jas home, covering her ears with his hands just in case so she wouldn't hear any new "unnecessary" words. The chickens quickly followed their owners and the front door to the ranch slammed shut.

Finally, the white-haired "fisherman" reached his friends: his face was still contorted with anger, but he tried to hide it.

"Mr. Bo, what's wrong?", Ziana set the plate of cookies aside so her friend could take off his shoes and sit down next to her on the picnic rug.

Bo sighed tiredly and rubbed his temples with his fingers, trying to settle his headache and calm down.

"Let's just say the fishing hadn't gone well."

He reached for the net he'd thrown on the grass nearby and showed the three farmers his catch. Well, if you could call it a catch: in the net, from which fresh water dripped to the ground, were several empty Joja cola cans, broken disks (also from Joja.co), and slippery green algae hanging from the same net. That can, by the way, that he was kicking, was also his "catch" - an empty iron with the logo of that "beloved corporation", but he didn't put it in the net with the rest of the catch, deciding to take out all his anger on the unfortunate can.

"But why do you need fish? We have plenty of picnic food", Ziana asked again.

"Wha..?" Bo murmur quietly. "Oh, no, I wasn't catching fish to eat, was planning to release fish anyway. I just need experience, like, fishing knowledge, you know? And what kind of experience can I have if I catch shi- uh, I mean garbage, instead of fish?" Bo looked into Ziana's amber eyes and quickly corrected himself. He thinks he's used his entire limit of bad words for the day, especially since he'd hate to vent so much negativity on his friends.

Finally, Bo sat down cross-legged, picked up a plate of loukum and ate his sadness, showing to this world how grumpy and angry he was, cursing quietly the fish, the Joja co. trash, and the day the old fisherman had handed him that damned bamboo rod. Julian and Bella began to take turns comforting him with food and words, agreeing with his negative opinion about the greedy monopoly corporation and their inexcusable attitude toward garbage disposal.

Ziana's attention was suddenly drawn to the cola cans in the net, she stared at them intently for half a minute. After a moment, a question suddenly dawned on her.

"Uh, Mr. Julian? Remember when we helped Shane with his Joja cola commercial project with Clint and Emily?" Julian stopped patting Bo's back in comfort, and looked at Ziana.

"Yeah, of course I remember. Clint had turned blue after drinking that nasty stuff.", Julian's face wrinkled a little at the mere recollection of this "miracle drink" with a lot of sugar, caffeine and Yoba's guess what else, since some people contacted the company with a complaint that their skin turned blue as blueberries. While the change in skin color can be blamed on Clint's worries about Emily, it can usually be a slightly bluish hue rather than a bright blue. Julian also can't forget Bo's light teasing that multicolored young man grumbles over Joja like an old fart. But he knows that Bo wouldn't even want his worst enemy to take a sip of that crap, let alone drink it himself voluntarily.

"I remember by the end of the commercial, Clint was turning blue from soda. I mean, a side effect of that cola is blue skin in some people", Ziana scratched her chin in thought. "And Mr. Shane", she continue, "also works at Joja and he too drinks this cola a lot. Doesn't that mean he pours the soda into the chickens feed to turn their feathers blue?" Ziana finally spoke the question, waiting to see what her friends would say.

Bo snorted and wanted to open his mouth, reply that it was an absurd idea, but he immediately closed his mouth again and his eyes widened at the realization that this theory had a right to exist.

"No. Freaking. Way.", Bo said.

Bella and Julian followed Bo's example: the red-haired girl almost choked on the apple slice she was chewing, and Julian's face expressed the emotion of a man who had just realized that his life was a lie and shambles.

"Huh, it actually makes sense..."

"Don't." Julian replied to Bella, raising his hand in protest. His throat was sharply dry. "I refuse to believe it."

"But man, think about it!" Bo had completely forgotten about his anger over his recent bad fishing trip and was fully immersed in the discussion.

"Shane would never do that to his chickens!" Julian protested.

"But maybe..." Ziana began cautiously, but Julian interrupted her.

"It can't be", the yellow-haired young man replied a little softer to Ziana.

While Bo, Julian and Ziana argued for a minute about the chickens feather theory, Bella pulled back from her shock and said: "Why don't we ask Shane himself?"

The three wranglers looked at Bella, and then all four of them looked directly at the front door of the ranch where they had seen Shane today with Jas.

Bo smiled predatorily. "Time to terrorize people."

"Let's do it better tomorrow, after lunch. We'll rest today." Julian decided to leave the feather coloring debate for tomorrow, returning to the snacks and juice, and his friends decided to follow his example.

[virgoilluminati]

One Shot List

Heya, so after the end of Belongings I am planning to have a little break from fanfic series’s to focus on doing smaller fics. But knowing me… they’ll end up becoming short series’s of their own. 😆

So the plan is basically, requests for anyone on my masterlist is open, so just ask me what prompt you would like and who you would like it for, and I’ll write you a fic. ❣️❣️❣️ Been wanting to do this for a while so please send me requests (even if they’re not on this list too). I don’t bite…. (Or do I hehe😏) JK I DON’T I PROMISE

Here’s the prompt list:

1. "You're hair is really soft after you wash it."

2. Ssh. Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair."

3. You smell really nice."

4. "Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.

5. 'I might have slept with your robe when you were gone."

6. "If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you."

7. Here, let's share the blanket.

8. You're comfy."

9. You are my new pillow."

I0. "You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.

11. "But I want to hear you sing.

12. "We can talk over dinner."

13. "Don't be stubborn. Try it!"

14. "Don't get up - I'll do it."

15. "Will you let me rub your back?"

16: "Care to give me a back scratch?"

17. "Star-gazing was a good idea."

18. "You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight."

19. "I'll always be here for you.

20. "TIl be here to protect you."

21. "I think I love you."

22. "You are my love."

23. "How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.

24. "It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway."

25. "Don't be silly. I want to stay up with you.

26. It is not morning yet."

27. "Shush and go back to bed."

28. "I heard you talking in your sleep."

29. "Your bed head is really cute.

30. "We'll do dishes together.

31. "How about a kiss?"

32. “I love your hugs."

33. "Come over here and make me.

34. "Have you lost your damn mind!?"

35. "Please, don't leave."

36. "Do you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?"

37. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

38. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"

39. "I almost lost you."

40. "Wanna bet?"

41. "Don't you ever do that again!"

42. "Teach me how to play?"

43. "Don't you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!"

44. "I think we need to talk."

45. "Kiss me."

46. "Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always."

47. "So, I found this waterfall..."

48. "It could be worse."

49. "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..

50. "This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in."

51. "The paint's supposed to go where?"

52. "You need to wake up because I can't do this without you."

53. "We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?"

54. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

55. "You come here often?"

56. "Can I offer you a drink?"

57. "So.. You expecting someone?"

58. "Do you need a place to stay for tonight?"

59. "I gotta tell you... you look incredibly hot.

60. "Do you want to dance with me?"

61. "Look at us... we are basically a couple already."

62. "I bet you would look even better without your clothes on."

63. "Are you single? Just asking."

64. "You're the most beautiful person I have ever encountered."

65. "What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?"

66. "I love the way you're dressed."

67. "Do I have any chances with you?"

68. "Do you have anything better to do later?"

69. "Can I get your phone number?"

70. "You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type."

71. "I can do whatever you want, babe."

72. "You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen."

73. "I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.

74. "You should be a model."

75. "Are you... trying to flirt with me?"

76. "Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you."

77. "That won't work. Try again."

78. "Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?"

79. "I'm waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile."

80 "You don't look so bad yourself."

81. "I thought you were taken."

82. "So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?"

83. "Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?"

84. "Compliments won't pay my drinks."

[grapenehifics]

I was listening to Never too Much by Luther vandross tonight while washing dishes, and that song gives me the biggest solsbury hill vibes. It's such a great song and I feel like anakin and obi wan would appreciate it, what with their great taste in music. I feel like anakin would also listen to it while washing dishes and dance super ridiculous and shake his ass and they would get handsy in the kitchen. Lol the thought burrowed into my brain and I had to share 😆

"Kitchen," Ahsoka mouthed, pointing to the room in question, when Obi-Wan emerged from the bedroom, his hair askew. He'd had such a pounding headache after work that he'd immediately come home, changed into sweatpants, turned off all the lights and laid down. He'd also set an alarm, because he knew if he napped for too long it would throw off his sleep schedule, and he hadn't wanted to miss dinner, but when he did turn the corner into the kitchen he saw he had, in fact, missed dinner, because there was a foil-covered plate on the counter and Anakin was up to his wrist in soapy dishwater.

He also had no idea Obi-Wan had come up behind him. "Never too much, never too much, never too much," he sang, swaying his hips in time with the song playing through his phone speakers.

Obi-Wan swatted him on the ass to let him know he was there. "Disco, Anakin, really?" he said mildly, lifting the corner of the tin foil.

"It's not disco. Hey, come here." Anakin dumped a wet set of measuring spoons back into the sink and looped his arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders. "How's your head?"

Obi-Wan let himself be tugged over to the sink and trapped between Anakin's biceps, Anakin's chest pressing against his back. "Better," he admitted. "I'm sorry I" -

"Nope," Anakin said firmly, and he shifted his hand down and squeezed Obi-Wan around the waist. Obi-Wan was glad he'd changed out of his work clothes, because Anakin was dripping dish soap onto both them and the floor. "Don't be sorry for taking care of yourself." He pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan's cheek. "I'm glad you're feeling better."

Obi-Wan leaned back against Anakin's chest and shut his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy being held. "You make dinner and I do the dishes, though. That was our deal."

"Your deal, maybe," Anakin huffed, and he shifted a little so he could kiss Obi-Wan on the mouth, this time, and at the same time slipped his wet hand up under Obi-Wan's t-shirt and laid it on his stomach. "I volunteered so that Ahsoka could keep working on her homework."

"Ahsoka's on the phone with Barriss," Obi-Wan said, and kissed him back.

"Goddamnit," Anakin swore, his hand stilling from where it had been running up and down Obi-Wan's side. Obi-Wan was going to have to put this shirt in the dirty clothes hamper, he knew, and also it was worth it.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin shouted, turning his head so that he wasn't bellowing directly into Obi-Wan's ear. "You said you had homework to do! Get off the phone!"

"We are talking about homework!" Ahsoka shouted back.

"Could we maybe all talk to each other while in the same room, instead of yelling, perhaps?" Obi-Wan requested with a wince. He'd said his headache was better, not that it was totally gone.

"Are you two planning on touching each other's butts, sometime in the next five minutes?"

"Absolutely," Anakin muttered against Obi-Wan's ear, and immediately slid his hand back and down and grabbed a handful of Obi-Wan's ass.

"Then no, I'm not coming in there," Ahsoka said firmly, and went back to her phone call.

"Oh, damn, my song ended," Anakin said. He was now planting tiny kisses up and down Obi-Wan's neck. "Press play again, babe. I was enjoying that."

Of the two of them, Obi-Wan did have the drier hands. He unlocked Anakin's phone screen and pressed replay.

"There's not a minute, hour, day or night that I don't love you," Anakin sang softly. "You're at the top of my list 'cause I'm always thinking of you."

"You...know a lot of words to this song," Obi-Wan said, surprised, tilting his head. If Anakin wanted to nibble on his neck, Obi-Wan wasn't planning on stopping him.

"I know all the words to this song," Anakin admitted proudly. "It's about you, dumbass."

"Is it?"

"Yeah." Anakin straightened up, took Obi-Wan by the hip again, and spun him around, so now they were facing each other. "Listen to this." He wiped his index finger off on Obi-Wan's shirt so he could use it to back the song up a few verses. "I still remember in the days I was scared to touch you, how I spent my days dreaming how to say I love you, you must have known I had feelings deep enough to swim in, that's when you opened up your heart and told me to come in," he sang, totally covering up the actual song coming through the speakers, but that was all right, Obi-Wan would rather listen to Anakin serenade him any day (even if he was slightly sharp).

"That is nice," he admitted, draping his arms over Anakin's shoulders.

Anakin kept singing, and he tucked Obi-Wan's hips tightly against his with an arm firmly around his waist. "Oh, my love, a thousand kisses from you is never too much," and then he lost the lyrics for a few minutes while he attempted to give Obi-Wan what did seem like one thousand kisses, all in a row. They only broke apart because Obi-Wan was laughing too hard, which in turn made Anakin snicker.

He pressed his forehead against Obi-Wan's, looked him in the eyes, and sang, "Love is a gamble and I'm so glad I'm winning; we've come a long way and yet this is" -

Obi-Wan was enjoying the moment and didn't want to cut him off, but he was also going to spontaneously combust and burn out of his skin if he didn't kiss his husband right that very minute. He cupped Anakin's jaw in his hands and kissed him, hard, stealing the next verse out of his mouth.

"I wasn't done," Anakin complained when Obi-Wan pulled back, but then he licked his lip, which he well knew drove Obi-Wan absolutely crazy, so Obi-Wan kissed him again. The song ended for a second time.

"There's...this whole part...about how a million days...in your arms...is never too much," Anakin gasped out, between kisses.

"Sounds great," Obi-Wan said, and now he was the one with both his hands pushing up underneath Anakin's t-shirt.

"Do we have any orange juice?" Ahsoka asked, edging around them to open the refrigerator, her phone still in her hand.

"No," her parents both lied. Obi-Wan knew he'd been the one who had asked her to come into the kitchen earlier, but right now he wanted nothing so much as for her to leave, so he could grab Anakin by the waist, lift him up onto the counter beside the stack of drying plates, and slip between his thighs.

Ahsoka sighed and shut the fridge. "Sorry, Barriss, my dads are being gross again," she said into the phone. To Obi-Wan and Anakin she said, "You two know you have a bedroom, now, right?"

"I haven't finished washing the dishes yet," Anakin said, pointing to the sink full of dirty dishes. Obi-Wan looked behind him in surprise. He'd managed to forget all about why they were in the kitchen in the first place. His dinner plate was still cooling on the counter.

Ahsoka sighed again. "Barriss, I'm going to have to call you back," she said into the phone, then ended the call. "I will wash the dishes for you," she snapped, pulling the dishtowel off Anakin's shoulder and throwing it over her own, "if you two will go in your own room and stop making kissing noises so loud my friends can you hear you."

"Deal," Obi-Wan said, before Anakin could respond, and lifted him by the thighs until Anakin was settled comfortably, if heavily, around his waist. "Get your phone," he reminded him, and Anakin snatched his phone up with his hand while locking his ankles at the small of Obi-Wan's back. "You can play me the rest of the song to cover up our kissing noises."

"Is Luther Vandross still alive?" Ahsoka muttered darkly at the sink as Obi-Wan carried Anakin to their bedroom. "Because if he is, I'm gonna kill him."

[bellaxgiornata]

HI BELLALALALALA! My favorite comfort and cozy hooman. I'm sorry that you have to deal with me blurting out ideas that come to my silly brain at the most random hours 😂 But I really love sharing ideas with you AHHHHHHH! I was having a conversation with my friend today about having gf/ wife "zoomies" or like this thing that's like you're completely exhausted but at 11 p.m. you get the most energy you've ever had.

I read that hooman zoomies; "Zoomies might be a reaction to stress hormones like cortisol and adrenaline, just as they are in dogs. "[These hormones] are produced in response to stress, excitement, or danger, and can temporarily boost energy and alertness," ON GOD FFTD READER HAS ZOOMIES. ESP WITH THAT ANXIETY. PLS SHE WOULD USE LIKE A FLUFF BLANKET TO BURRITO HERSELF IN AND THEN "ANNOY" MATT. Or like the thing where you pull the two strings on your hoodie to "disappear" into it?? Idk, like climbing him like a Koala, poking him and making the oddest, indescribable noises. Biting Matt?? (Like nom on him idk T^T) Get intrusive thoughts, and remember everything embarrassing you've ever said.

ANYWAYS I LOVE U BELLA, AGAIN DRINK UR WATER, I KNOW WHEN U DON'T. I SEND HUGS!

Hi friend!! Please don't apologize because I genuinely always love seeing you in my asks! ❤

OMG I had no idea that was a thing in people and that it could be caused by stress!!! But also, you literally just described how I annoy my husband late at night and it all makes SO MUCH SENSE NOW 🤣 Because yes, I do wrap up in fluffy blanket burritos and poke him while making really weird ass noises. And then I ask like ten thousand random ass questions. And I am ALWAYS stressed.

ANYWAY this would make a super cute fic idea (if my brain remembers...I should make a note in my installment list) of some night Reader is stressed about work and then just is off the walls high energy and maybe Matt is like trying to stay in and get some work done. Maybe she's doing the dishes and some laundry and being extra clingy and interrupting him. Matt probably points out that her stress hormones are really high and that she should relax, so she tries to watch TV while he's working next to her to calm down, but she's just cringing over something that happened at work earlier that week and fidgeting a lot (pulls his blanket off the couch and puts it on and then takes it off and then puts it back on because she can't sit still). Eventually Matt gives up and is like "What is up with you tonight because you're stress hormones are CRAZY."

But you know what Matt's answer to calming her down would be? Sex. We all can see that coming from a mile away. Just a knowing look and a "Sweetheart, do you need me to get you off?" And at that point, how could the answer be no? 😆

You know, I'm drinking coffee right now, too. I am TERRIBLE at drinking water and I feel so called out 😭 But you're right, I need to. Thank you for this really entertaining scenario that is now running in my head like it also has the zoomies...I'm definitely thinking about it 😆 Because Reader would totally be high-energy nervous sometimes, you're right!!

[destinyc1020]

I just saw previously unseen photo of tz at a cafe (tdl blog) and lemme just say, can I tell Z off a lil' bit? (lovingly lol 😊) Z, girl, why are you always glued to your phone? Whether it's a date night or dinner with friends. What's so urgent all the time 🤨 lmao? She's literally with the phone in her hands in like half (if not more) of the fan pics from restaurants and cafes. Manners-wise it's just not very polite (🧐 don't do this irl folks, it looks like you don't care about the people around you or you're bored). And doing this on a one-on-one date is straight up criminal. C'mon, Z. Stop reading what the tomdayers are tweeting😂, look up and look at the people around you. Enjoy the moment, smell roses (or dishes lol), enjoy the company. Tweets, fans, business and whatever can wait. And friendly reminder to y'all too, pls put your phone away when you hang out with friends or loved ones unless you're a trader or a doctor on call. In other cases, even a phone lying screen down on the table creates not the best vibe. People around you may feel that they are less important to you at the moment🥲. I know it's kinda basic but so many people keep forgetting about it. Including our miss Z (again, and again, and again)☺️

Lol 👀 😄

This probably should have been saved for "Confession Corner Sunday" Anon so you won't get ppl judging you and jumping down your throat for saying this lol 😅

You chose to die today? Okay, I see.... you chose to die today lol 😆

But no, you're entitled to your own opinion, and that's fine! 😊

You do have a point lol... 👀

🤣😅

I actually agree with you lol. What they call "phubbing" (snubbing someone you're actually in person with because you're on your phone) is VERY popular these days. Z isn't the only one. I think we ALL have been guilty of doing it at least ONCE in our lives. I know I sure have! 😅

But you're right, these days, while out with friends, (ESPECIALLY out to EAT), I try to give the people (or person) I'm with, my FULL, undivided attention. I've actually cut first dates off mid-date cuz the guy was to busy on his phone. 🙄😒

To me, that's just RUDE. It's one thing if you're a couple that's been together forever (like Tomdaya), but when we're on a first date??? Naww dude, you're gonna have to give me your full, undivided attention. And I'm not just talking about someone who got an emergency text from work or from a family member or smthg. I'm talking about constantly checking your phone periodically throughout the dinner. 🥴 It's just rude (imo) when ppl don't give you eye contact, or act like you're not even important enough to be given the common courtesy of their time, and the ppl or things on their phones are more important than you.

It's an epidemic Anon.... Z isn't the only one who does it. But she probably DOES get a lot of work related things most of the time. 👀 It's funny cuz a while back there was some tea that I spilled on my blog about Jacdaya that was told to me, and many ppl thought it was false lol, but the fact that the girl stated that Z was on her phone and JE got mad at her for it made me think it was probably true cuz Z IS on her phone a lot lol 😆

JE had some nerve to talk though... cuz ANYTIME I would see them out together, he'd ALWAYS be on his phone while with her! 🥴 I always felt he really wasn't all that into her for that very reason. 🙄 They were new in the rlshp too. It's different imo if you've been dating so long that you're practically a married couple rofl 🤣

Anyway, in Z's defense, she doesn't do it all the time. She's probably just looking up memes rofl. We have to recognize that it is a global problem I'm afraid, and unfortunately, some ppl don't even realize they have a problem! 🥴

This is another reason why I highly encourage just unplugging for a while every now and then. Be in the PRESENT MOMENT.

I'm constantly working on it too Anon! Ngl lol 😆

[lyranova]

Hi! For the writing ask game... 7, 19, 21, 23, 32, and 33 if you don't mind! (take your time replying, that's a lot of questions gfkhgjd) 🫡

Hiya f-oighear!! Of course, and no worries about it being a lot, I don’t mind 😁! I enjoy getting a lot of questions!

7 Your favourite ao3 tag.

“Major Character Death” but not for the reason you think! The reason its my favorite is because it seems like anytime I add it to a fic or series the hits/kudos jump up quite a bit, and it makes me laugh while thinking “Ah the grim reapers have found my fic!” 🤣! It just makes me giggle and shake my head!

19 Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

“ “ Excuse me.” He muttered softly as he scurried away towards the back of the café, he set the container full of dirty dishes down by the sink before he took off in the direction of the walk-in freezer.

Ah, the freezer. The place he thought he would never have to go.”

21 Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what's your secret?

Hm, not normally 🤔. For example I accidentally guessed how many chapters “Children of the Future” would have (40) but was off by one chapter because I accidentally combined 2 😅. As for predicting word counts for my oneshots, I’ve only been able to accurately predict their lengths a few times, and usually its by how many pages they are! If a fic is around 14 (?) pages then its around 2-3k words long…i think. I also go by how many hours I write, if I write all day then that means the fics is going to be 3k+ words long 😆!

32 Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing?

Besides sighing…I think having people smile a lot is something I always insert into my fics 😅. Usually if you see a lot of something (like sighing or smiling) in my fics it’s because I feel like I need to put *something* there and that’s all I could think of to add at the time 😆!

33 Give your writing a compliment.

Um…*aah this is so difficult!!*! Okay…I like how my fics/writing blends OC’s and Canon Characters seamlessly as though they had always been together/interacted!