#i very often only have the spoons for one grocery trip

[ravenlocksentwisted]

Shout out to all the retail workers over the years who have told me when the store is ripping me off, and exactly where I should go buy specific items.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 4: market day

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You've heard a lot of people say that the honeymoon period only lasts the first few weeks of marriage and that after that things can start to get complicated. But the rule didn’t seem to apply to you.

Maybe it was because you two were young and enthusiastic, because you were too busy missing him to think about arguing, or maybe it was just that you really were made for each other.

You often tried to steal as much time as possible from your husband’s demanding job because being an FBI agent often took him away from you, and sometimes having a few domestic moments was all you both desired.

Grocery shopping was one of those activities that really made you feel like a married couple, and it saved you many trips to the store for food.

“Which do you prefer? Soy or almond milk?”

“Soy has phytoestrogens and more health benefits in moderate amounts. Almond is for people looking to maintain weight, and although it’s healthy, it’s low in protein.”

“Soy, got it,” you said with a small smile at his intellectual response.

Every time it was grocery shopping day, your job was always to push the cart and grab an item or two within reach, but most of the time, Spencer was the one in charge of selecting your groceries. After all, he had a pretty extensive knowledge of the benefits of each food. He always wanted to take care of you, and since he was often away, one way he could do that was by ensuring you were well-nourished.

“Look, I found some tea,” he announced happily, making you look away from the yogurt section in the fridge to pay attention. “Lavender, passionflower, valerian…”

“For your insomnia?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, dropping the boxes into the cart “And some mint and lemon for you.”

“You know me so well,” you smiled sweetly, leaning on the plastic handle, letting him gently caress your cheek.

You two had known each other for so many years that there were details about each other you knew by instinct. You knew his favorite brand of coffee, how he liked it with a specific number of sugar spoons, that you needed to buy him two sets of socks because he always liked mismatched ones, and you knew the exact spot on his head to stroke to help him fall back asleep after a nightmare. He knew you hated wearing shoes indoors, that you had a specific way of sleeping, and that you hated the smell of cinnamon. There were so many things you did as if they were second nature that it seemed impossible to list them all.

The truth is, people at Spencer’s work were quite surprised to find out that not only did he have a girlfriend, but that you were getting married. The event was private, very intimate, and not at all pretentious because that wasn’t your style.

You both had no problem moving into a new, slightly more spacious apartment, now that everything was doubled. But you were managing it quite well, to be honest.

You continued strolling through the grocery store, staying close to your husband, and then remembered you needed some bread. You pushed the cart over and stood next to a woman who seemed to be in a dilemma, staring at two loaves of bread as if trying to analyze which was better.

“The best one is that one,” you said, hoping not to make her uncomfortable. She looked at you confused, so you decided to speak again. “It has less sugar and the necessary carbs for good nutrition. There’s a study about it; it’s true.”

“Oh, sweetie, I wasn’t looking for the healthiest, just the one with the best quantity and price. It’s for my kids. Those children could eat an entire loaf in a day, and I can’t afford that.”

You laughed honestly and gave her a look of understanding. She was a bit older than you but not old enough to be considered elderly.

“I think you’re right.”

“I love my kids, but I won’t lie… sometimes they drive me crazy,” she confessed, and you both laughed again.

“Darling, do you want me to make pasta for you this week? Rossi taught me a recipe that…”

He trailed off when he noticed you had company, and for some reason, he suddenly felt shy.

“That’s fine, love. We can eat whatever you want,” you replied kindly. “I already have something to go with it.”

You winked at him when he noticed the wine you had tossed into the cart, and then he smiled and went off in search of the necessary ingredients.

“Your boyfriend?”

“Husband,” you corrected her. There was a strange pride in saying that.

“Husband! Oh, that’s so sweet. How long have you been married?”

“We’ll be married for four months next week.”

“Young love, so beautiful,” she sighed, as if nostalgic for a time that now seemed too far away. “And he helps you with the shopping?”

“I help him, actually,” you laughed. “He’s the one who selects everything. Before we got married, I had the worst eating habits, and he hated that. So we try to eat better now.”

“Marriages are so different now,” she said, and upon hearing that, you expected to endure a conservative speech and internally dreaded it. “My husband never joins me for things like this; he’s not even interested. In this and in much more, to be honest. And it’s nice to see that girls nowadays can have these kinds of relationships. You know, where they’re supported.”

Somehow, that touched your heart, and suddenly you wished you could hug the woman, but you held back. Then, you looked over at Spencer. He was in the vegetable section, apparently comparing two bags of spinach. You could recognize him in a crowd without a doubt, with his slouched posture, his messy hair (freshly cut, by the way), and his peculiar formal attire.

You had always appreciated having the man in your life, even when you didn’t have a romantic relationship, but you had never stopped to think how lucky you were that he had decided to love you.

“I’m glad too,” you said in what was barely a whisper.

You didn’t say anything else. The woman said her goodbyes kindly, and you just smiled at her, too busy gazing at the man with loving eyes. You stood there watching him, and when he approached, he couldn’t help but notice your strange expression.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing. I just had a very revealing conversation with that woman.”

“Huh, yeah?” he hummed, dropping a collection of items into the shopping cart “And what was it about?”

“About you,” you answered casually, lifting your hands to place them on his chest and then sliding them to his cheeks “Talking to her reminded me that you’re the best husband in the world.”

Carefully and affectionately, you stood on your tiptoes and planted a loud kiss on him. Spencer laughed as his cheeks blushed, returning the favor with a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I don’t know if I am, but I try.”

“And that’s why I love you,” you confessed sweetly.

And then, it was Spencer who felt lucky.

[marsbutterfly]

Need domestic Hanji x reader type sht. Does reader cut hanji’s hair??? Does Hanji bring home every stray?? Hanji never gave a crap about interior decorating until Y/N??? Slay??

Headcanons: Domestic Life With Hanji Zoe

a/n: i love them, your honor. i want to give them the entire world and stars and everything else this universe has to offer and then some more.

warnings: none, just fluff. you know the drill: not beta read, we die like men ♡

/ hanji never really cared about the way that they look. Sometimes, they would wear the most atrocious outfits known to men and not brush their hair for days. It wasn't until they met you that they decided to put in the effort to look their best.

/ though, they never really got the hang on how to do their hair. eventually, they just let it grow. it was nearly down to their hips and it became too hard to manage when they sheepishly ask you to cut it for them.

/ by the blush on their face and a couple of tears in their eyes, you could tell that this whole thing was just too overwhelming for them and a sensory overload. your heart was aching so badly from seeing them in such a state, you didn't even hesitate.

/ so, at 3am, you grabbed a pair of scissors and began snipping away. one inch turned to two, turned to three... turned to eleven. by the time you were done and looked down at the ground, a wave of fear washing over you as you pull away.

/ your fingers shake their hair, making sure there aren't any uneven strands and that all the loose hair would fall from their head. the first thing they say when you are done? "wow, my head feels so much lighter."

/ they look at themselves in the mirror and fall silent. you can feel the pit in your stomach forming, your breath begins to tremble as you look at them, helplessly preparing to mumble a long apology. that is until they turn around, arms wrapping around you, "I LOVE IT!!!!"

/ after that, you start trimming their hair every so often, just to make sure it would always be at this manageable length. and even then you started learning new styles, buying small clips and headbands, anything to make them look even more adorable than they already are.

/ hanji is a very hard person to wake up. opening the blinds, countless alarms, pulling the covers, not even water will work. but do you wanna know what will? the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the promise of kisses.

/ "haaaaanjiiiii" you call out every morning and, immediately, you can hear rushed footsteps coming down the stairs, their feet tripping over one another as they desperately throw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

/ they drink their coffee black with AT LEAST four spoons full of sugar. do they eat in the morning? a piece of toast and then they go about their day, not drinking a single sip of water until you DEMAND that they do. they only agree because the energy drink is making their kidneys hurt, which is why you have so many variations of cranberry juice: crangrape, cranapple, just plain cranberry.

/ they don't like going to the grocery store. it's too crowded, too loud and too bright. so you are used to doing the shopping by yourself most of time, but sometimes, every so often, hanji finds themselves feeling a bit too clingy to let you go by yourself.

/ so you offer to hold their hand the entire time. and you have to keep the promise, otherwise you'll find them a sobbing mess, like a lost child almost. usually, when you get to the store, you can see how much the environment is already affecting them, so you wrap your arm around theirs as the two of you work together to push the cart.

/ when you need something from a tall shelf, hanji will hold your hand with one hand and reach up with the other. they are relatively tall so it doesn't take much but their hand must be touching yours at all times.

/ you will often try to make up fun games, like "who can pick out the most veggies in a minute?" or "how many cans can you stack in the cart before they fall" or "$1 dvd hunt and snack baskets." silly things to take hanji's mind away from the anxiety and it works like a charm every time, as long as your hands are still linked together.

/ it is a constant struggle having to keep hanji from bringing home every stray they find. the two of you already have two cats and a dog, but they insist on feeding every neighborhood animal, always building warm outside houses for them during the winter, leaving clean water outside for them every day.

/ one time, they tried to bring a racoon inside, pretending it was a cat and hoping you wouldn't notice. you screamed so loudly that both of them ran outside.

/ in past relationships, hanji was never allowed to decorate anything, or even leave a single toothbrush at their ex's house. so when you asked about colors for the walls and the curtains, they were a little shocked, maybe even a little scared.

/ at first, they try to go along with things you like or what they think you might choose if it was up to you. they do it until you get annoyed and give them only options they might like. it turns them into a blushing mess when they realize but the simple knowledge that you are so determined to make them know that this is your home TOGETHER makes them even more sure that you are the one.

/ hanji is a heavy sleeper but they roll around in bed so much that it was actually hard for you to get asleep when the two of you first started dating. at the point where you move in together, you aren't even bothered by it anymore.

/ they have a little compartment for their glasses on their bedside table, but they never use it. instead, they just throw the pair anywhere before jumping into bed with you, their eyes fixated on you, even if they can't actually see you other than the shape of your body.

/ hanji has a massive garden in the back of your house. every time the two of you travel somewhere, they gather seeds to bring home and figure out what will grow and what won't.

/ the two of you travel a lot. when it's by car, hanji is usually the one to drive while you are the one to pack the bags and snacks for the road. you are also in charge of the songs but you make sure to choose songs both of you enjoy. unless hanji pisses you off, in that case you always choose that one band they can't stand.

/ if it's by plane, you are the one who has to wake hanji up, make sure the two of you have everything, that their passport is in their hand, that there is nothing missing, that they have medicines, chargers and everything else.

/ hanji is fascinated by planes but also scared of them. they can't quite explain why, but a simple look at it causes them to freeze in place, almost like.. it's a memory. a bad one. so you make sure to hold their hand the entire time, nuzzle your head on their shoulder and just shower them with love.

/ the two of you always cuddle. even when it's burning hot, you just ditch the covers and clothes, the need to be touching each other is much higher than anything else.

/ you and hanji are always together. and when they propose, there was no other answer you could give. it was an immediate "yes ♡"

[sachirobabe]

Chapter 9

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

Wc: 2596

Summary: You, a dedicated member of the girls' volleyball team, find an unexpected connection with Kuroo Tetsurou. Igniting a bond over shared passions and stolen moments, love blossoms on the court; all because you met him at a captains meeting.

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You lied. You did not have a cookie recipe you wanted to try. So why were you doing all this? For him to come over and spend more time with you?

'We're just friends.' You keep repeating to yourself, almost trying to convince your mind (and heart). You woke up a little earlier, due to your parents farewell. It felt nice to be home alone for a bit.

You laid back in bed, going on TikTok to try and find an interesting cookie recipe. Of course, it didn't take long. There were many recipes being shared online and you found one that seemed easy enough. It did require you to make a quick trip to the grocery store.

The thought of him being in your house, and maybe even your room suddenly made you a little anxious. You quickly ran around and frantically tidied up every single crevice of your house, wanting it perfect.

The knock on your front door made you come to a halt, you unknowingly fix your hair and open the door. "Hey, come in." You smile and move to the side so he could enter.

He gives you a warm smile as he came in and let his eyes wander, "Hey. Thanks for inviting me." He took his shoes off.

"Yeah, I figured baking cookies alone would be boring." You smile at him and lead him to the kitchen.

He chuckles, "I don't bake often, so don't make fun of me if I suck." He likes the way your house is decorated, there were family photos scattered and he wished he could get up close to see a younger version of you.

"It's easy. I'll be here so my house won't burn down." You joke and he shakes his head. You liked seeing him outside of his school uniform and volleyball clothes. It felt like this sight of him is for your eyes only.

"Okay, I'm not that bad." He laughs and watches you take out some bowls. "Can I—uh get some things? I feel bad just standing here."

"You can get the wet ingredients." You tell him what he needs to find in the fridge and he puts them on the counter. He gets to mixing and is doing a good job, he doesn't spill or over measure anything.

You did the dry ingredients and then poured them both into a bigger bowl and let the mixer do its job. "Isn't this kinda of cheating?" He chuckles, watching the mixer work through the dough.

"No." You laugh, "It just makes it easier."

"I don't know, I feel like I'd be old fashioned and mix without it." His eyes meet yours and he feels the all-too-familiar thump against his chest.

"But it gives me time to preheat the oven and prepare the pans." You counter, smiling softly as he looks at your features.

"I guess so. You got me." Kuroo rests his elbows on the counter and looks into the mixer. "Smells good." He notes.

"I can't wait to eat them." You hum and agree. "It's taking everything in me to not eat the cookie dough."

"Well, let's try it together." He grins and grabs two small spoons, scooping a pea sized amount for you. His tongue savors the flavor of the cookie dough, he knows it's bad for you and the two of you could potentially get sick, but it's worth seeing your pleased face.

"These might be my best cookies yet." You chuckle, the oven was preheated. It beeped to let you know. "I'll show you how to get the pans ready and how much to scoop." You move around the kitchen with ease.

He listens intently, matching your actions. He's starting to get the hang of it and scoops the perfect size for each ball. "This is actually very therapeutic." He chuckles, a lopsided grin on his face. The soft music playing in the background really topped it all off.

You agree with him and open the oven carefully, making sure you weren't going to get burned while putting the trays in. "Now it's time for the boring part. Dishes." You sigh and shut the oven, putting a timer to check on them.

"I've got them." Kuroo says, already turning the faucet on.

"No arguments here." You raised your hands up and he laughs, you sit on the counter chair in front of him. Your mind goes to volleyball, it's second nature to think about.

Kuroo notices you've gone quiet, but decided not to ask about it. He washed the dishes with ease, stealing glances at you occasionally. "Do you think Daishou's team is better than us?" He speaks up after a few minutes.

You give him a confused look, "Who's Daishou?"

"Right," He chuckles, forgetting you're not that familiar with the boys' names on other teams. "He plays for Nohebi academy? He kinda looks like a snake."

You let out a laugh, "How can someone look like a snake?"

"He just does." He chuckles with you.

"Oh, wait, are they the team with green and yellow?" You ask, "Yeah—their ace, he kinda has curly hair."

Kuroo shook his head, "You're thinking about Itachiyama." He flashed a smile, "They're the other green and yellow team. Their jerseys are more lame."

"Oh, yeah. I think I know who you're talking about." You hum and think hard. "Their girls' team never makes it past the first round."

He nods slowly, "Well, their boys' team is annoyingly good."

"Not as good at you guys." You smile.

"I mean, we've been beat by them the last few years." He rubs his neck and sighs. "I think I'm just worried."

"I've seen how you guys play, you're really tough. I'm sure beating a snake boy and his team won't be an issue." You say to him.

"I really hope so." He sighs, "I just want to play Karasuno at nationals."

"That's all? You don't want to win?" You chuckle.

"I mean, obviously, but I want to beat them." He says determined.

You hum, liking this competitive side of him. "I'll be there to cheer you on." You say, but then quickly realize how that sounded, "You—uh, you know, like me and the girls—we'll cheer you on, and of course your teammates!"

He smiles big at your words, "Thank you, it means more than you know." He says, and it's true. If you're out there cheering him on, that's more than enough motivation for him.

"You guys will do great." You smile, finally calming back down. "If not this June, there's always January."

He lets out a soft sigh, "Yeah...that does make me feel a little better." The oven dings, just in time as the conversation dwindled down. "I've got them." Kuroo says and puts on the oven mitts.

"Thanks." You smile and put out a cool down rack for the two batches. The smell filled your home, making your stomach grumble.

"I don't know if I have the self control in me to not eat them right now." He says seriously as he took out the second pan.

"No," You chuckle, "C'mon, you're supposed to be the strong one and tell me we have to wait for them to cool down."

He laughs loudly, "We're both the same, huh?" And you give him a sheepish look, he shook his head and led you out of the kitchen so the two of you wouldn't be tempted to eat them piping hot. "We need to distract ourselves for at least 10 minutes."

You hum excitedly, "Oh! I have just the thing." You say and this time you're leading him upstairs, towards your room. You're so glad you decided to clean your room beforehand.

He follows you upstairs, his eyes taking in everything as he passes by. When he steps into your room, he can't stop a goofy grin forming on his face. He looks around and he thinks he's silently getting to know you even more by just your decorations.

As you turn around, you notice his eyes absorbing the details of your room and softly smile, 'He looks so cute.' You say to yourself, you bring his attention back to you as you're holding something up.

"Is that paint?" He chuckles and asks, taking the box from you.

You nod excitedly, "I got it as a gift a long time ago, but I've never gotten around to paint it." He looks at the ceramic piece, it was a book vase with words on it and flowers.

"I'm not sure you want me painting." He says grinning, "I'm not a very good artist."

You shake your head, "C'mon, it'll be fun! I'll show you how to make it look good."

That was all the convincing he needed, "Alright, I'm in." He smiles widely and follows you back downstairs. He's sitting at the coffee table in the living room, you gave him the controller for the tv and he's scrolling through different movies.

You came back with the supplies needed for watercoloring and sat next to him. He let you do the unboxing, he didn't trust himself with doing it because with you being so close he thinks he'll accidentally rip open the box and drop the ceramic.

He finishes picking the movie. Satisfied with his choice, thinking it'll impress you. He listens intently just like before when you give him instructions on how to paint the ceramic.

"If I do bad, what will you do with it?" He chuckles as he nervously dips his brush in the water.

"But what if you do good?" You challenge, "Either way, they're going on my bookshelf."

He feels his heart do leaps and can't stop a light blush dusting his cheeks, "I noticed you have quite the collection on books. You like reading?"

You hum and begin painting, "Yeah, I do. Some of its manga, though." You say.

"That still counts." He shrugs, "I don't read, like ever."

"It's fun." You smile at him, "I used to read a lot more a couple years ago, now I just try to when I get the chance."

"Volleyball and school is a lot." He agrees.

"What do you like to do on your free time?" You ask curiously. "Besides play volleyball."

He chuckles, "I play video games with friends." He pauses his painting for a second to think. "I also like working out and fixing up cars with my dad."

"Oh really? You like car guy stuff?" You chuckle.

He hums, "I'm not, like, crazy about it, but yeah. It's fun to do, and gives me time to spend with my dad."

"That's cool." You smile, "What about your mom? What do you like to do with her?"

He's quiet for a moment before answering, "She's not really in the picture." As the words leave his mouth, he's worried it'll create an awkward atmosphere between the two of you.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for bringing it up." You freeze your hands in mid-action.

He waves you off, he knows he had nothing to worry about, you were great girl. "It's okay, she and my dad divorced when we moved next door to Kenma." He explains.

You're hesitant with your next question, but ask anyway, "Do you...miss her sometimes?"

He stops painting completely and looks at you, "Not really. I try not to, why waste sadness on her, you know? She made her decision." He can feel himself get annoyed just thinking about his absent mother.

"That's understandable." You nod, "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." He smiles, he feels his annoyance dwindle down and all he's doing is looking at you and your pretty self.

"I know I can't understand fully how that feels, but I did grow up with Himari and her dad sounds just like your mom." You say, "That kind of hurt—I've seen it, I helped Himari through it." You give him a comforting smile.

"Thank you." He returns one back to you, "My dad and I are good. Way better than when she was there, to be honest." He chuckles and continues to paint. The last person he's opened up to about that was Kenma, and even then, he struggled to feel fully comfortable to tell him. That's just not the case with you, he physically has to stop himself from rambling on.

You nod and continue painting as well, "So, tell me more about these cars you fix up with your dad?"

His eyes glimmer as he thinks about it, you can tell he enjoys talking about it. He doesn't get to do it much because nobody else on the team is really interested, "Right now, we're fixing up my car for when I turn 18."

"Oh really? That's exciting." You smile.

He hums happily, "It's vintage and real nice, it's coming along great."

"I'd love to see it when it's finished." You chuckle.

"We've been working on it for a year, we try to every weekend." He says.

"Oh, does that mean you didn't get to this weekend? I'm sorry—" You begin to say and he interrupts you.

"Don't sweat it," He smiles, "I wanted to spend this time with you." He says and his face immediately gets hot, he can't even hide it.

"You sure?" You ask and he's thanking whoever is above because you're busy painting your bookvase, and not his embarrassed face.

"Yeah, I'm sure." He says, "Besides, he was tired from work, anyways.”

"That makes me feel a lot better." You chuckle. "Oh, cookies should be done. I'll be back." You say and quickly stand up.

"Need any help?" He asks.

"It's okay! I'll be back in a sec." You say from the kitchen and he nods. In a few minuets, you're back with a large plate and some milk.

He wipes his hands and he grabs one, his self control crumbling at the sight and smell of the cookies. He takes a bite and lets out a satisfied hum. "It's delicious." He says and eats it in two bites.

"Yeah, these are definitely my best." You say and agree as you let the cookie savor in your mouth.

"Can I take a few of these back home?" He chuckles as he finishes with his third cookie.

"Sure, but I gotta save at least two for Himari. She'll kill me if I don't." You say and he sets aside two, knowing if they were on the plate, he'd eat them in seconds.

The two of you talked, painted, and ate cookies for a few hours. Everything felt so natural with him, you're having so much fun.

It was starting to get late and he needed to get back home to eat dinner with his dad. "Thank you, again, for inviting me over." He says, his hands in his pocket as he stands in front of your door.

"Of course," You smile, "I had a lot of fun."

"I did, too." He mirrors your smile, his heart flutters in his chest and his knees feel like they're going to give out. "See you at school?"

You nod and hand him a small bag of cookies, "Yeah, I'll see you. Goodnight, Tetsurou.

"Goodnight, Y/n. Sleep well, yeah?" He says behind him and catches a glimpse of your cute nod and smile.

You don't think you can convince yourself anymore that you're not falling for him. You practically melt into a puddle as you shut the door behind you and locked it up for the night. Himari will have a field day with this.

[pansy-placebo]

I'm saying upfront this is a breakdown of a very unusually energetic and good day for me. This is not meant to instill hope in anyone, nor is it for able bodied people to feel "greatful" or whatever the fuck. It's just a very notable day for me and I want to write it down because it made me happy.

Today's been an insane day in terms of energy. I've spent the last week mostly indoors and sleeping most of the day and not really able to do things like get changed most days. But today, suddenly! I had enough spoons to have a day that looked normal!!

I did the laundry (I haven't been able to for a week or so and it's been piling up) and then my boyfriend said he was going out shopping, and asked if I'd like to come. I haven't been able to go grocery shopping* for well over a month/a couple months. I was really flagging by the end and had to leave the actual scanning and paying and loading of groceries to my boyfriend while I waited in the car for him, but like. Wow! First real grocery shop in over a month. Wow!!!

* grocery shopping, as opposed to popping to the shop directly across the road to get Some Soda. The walk to and from the car at the grocery store is longer than a round trip to the corner shop. The road is exceptionally narrow and easily congested.

Not only did we go shopping and I bought a bunch of stuff I've needed for ages, but after a rest I continued. Doing. Laundry. AND. AND. I put some (premade) donuts in the air fryer!!! After all that stuff, I kept walking for some donuts!! I was really feeling the strain and feeling like I was pushing past my limits by this point, but I was foolish and really really wanted to try the frozen donuts.

Do you know how insane a day that is? My legs are so sore right now.

Also! Bf's bf came over, we watched things together while/after bf had made a delicious dinner of rice, vegetables and salmon. Fucking delicious.

I know that all might sound like a normal day for able-bodied people but for me, this is enormous. I don't get days this good very often. This is huge for me. I haven't been able to go grocery shopping in ages, let alone do anything else on top of that. Most days I can barely do A Load Of Laundry. I did 3??

I have to mention: this is a fluke. It's just one Good Day after months of bad and it's likely that The Suffering Will Continue™ tomorrow, because good days are a thing. but. Holy shit. Holy shiiit. What a good day!!! I was so productive and outside! My brain has been deprived of that kind of stimulation for a long time. Outside and Doing Things and yes leaning really hard on the trolley* and yes walking really slow but!!! I did it!!*

*also the local grocery shop has changed their trolleys to be much more lightweight and easier to push and steer so it wasn't hard to use the trolley. And when it was fuller it came in handy as something to lean on, to take a bit of the weight off while I walked.

I really hope this doesn't wreck my week, but if it does, it actually might have been worth it anyway, for A Normal and Pleasant Day- one of the best I've had in months. It gives me hope to know that my life will still have days like this sometimes, no matter how long it takes to recover, I'll still get days like these sometimes :)

[weaselle]

cooking for people who have no idea what they are doing (or are just, like, real depressed)

Okay, I’m a professional cook, but also, I get depressed. This is the cooking I do when I’m depressed, because I need the simplest path to a whole meal.

This is not for vegetarians, because, while I wholeheartedly support people choosing vegetarianism, and also enjoy cooking for vegetarians, for me, the simplest path to a meal includes meat. Perhaps when I am less depressed I will work on options.

A lot of recipes focus on achieving food that is in some way special, using special techniques, or using a precise list of carefully measured high-end ingredients... and that’s not this, this is all the parts of cooking that are not those things.

First, shopping

Meats Starches Veggies Sauces Breakfast/Snack

For a whole week you’re going to want

3 kinds of meat, with five portions each. So, for example, five chicken breasts, 10 sausage links, and 2-3 pounds of ground beef. Other possibilities include pork chops, salmon, some kind of steak, whatever. 

You’re going to want up to 3 starches. Honestly I usually stick to just rice, but you can go with rice, potatoes, and pasta. If you want to use quinoa or polenta or something, thats on you.

And, you’re going to want about 3 types of vegetables, again, about 5 portions each -- and try to stay green. So personally, I usually get 5 medium zucchini, 2 medium heads of broccoli, and then either yellow squash or mushrooms. A bag of salad greens is also a good option, and I have an easy way to make a good salad, which I will do as a separate post.

Next pick something easy that works as either breakfast or a snack. For me this is a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a bunch of bananas. Sometimes it’s nice to have an additional option here, like cereal or yogurt. 

Last, you’ll want 2-5 sauces in bottles. I would definitely recommend a low sodium soy sauce be one of them, and maybe a BBQ sauce for the other. I usually also include worcestershire and sriracha but go with whatever you want, teriyaki sauce, A1, whatever you know you’ll eat. Hell, you can use Italian style salad dressing as a cookable sauce if you really want.

Oh, and If you don’t already have some at the house, you’ll need pan lube: butter and/or some kind of cooking oil. 

Okay! we’re done shopping! Affordability isn’t the main focus here, but is undeniably important -- I live in a very expensive area, this shopping trip is going to feed me well for a week and costs me about $100 bucks. When I was living in Alabama, it probably would have cost me more like $70. You won’t need to get stuff like the sauce and rice and peanut butter every week, so you’re definitely looking at a monthly grocery bill of something like $300 depending on where you live, and that’s not too bad. 

Prep

hell no, I’m depressed, the only prep I’m doing is putting two packages of meat in the freezer and the rest of this stuff in the fridge. You CAN box or bag each portion of meat separately so you can really alternate what you eat -- me, I’m gonna eat chicken for two or three days, then beef for two or three days, etc.

and listen, don’t fuck around with microwave settings or running water on things to defrost them. If you package the meat all up separately, just move a portion from the freezer to the fridge each time you cook dinner. Or, if you do like me, move the whole package when you go to cook your last portion of the previous stuff, and just deal with the fact that it will probably still be a tiny bit frozen when you go to cook next.

Tip: When you cook dinner, you’re going to make enough for lunch. That just leaves you one small meal - I often smear peanut butter on a peice of bread and wrap it around a banana like a taco - fast, easy, practically no dishes, relatively healthy

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Cooking (this is going to take about 25 minutes)

You’re going to need

ONE frying pan, medium size w/ lid ONE boil pot, medium size w/ lid knife, a spatula and a cutting board.

If you want to be fancy, you can include a big spoon. Looks like this

No matter what the specific ingredients you’ve chosen, the basic format is going to be:

Start your starch heat pan, put meat in the pan flip meat and add veggies, cover with lid remove meat and add sauce finish starch put everything on a plate while it is still too hot to eat and you are standing in the kitchen anyway, wash the like, 4 dishes you’ve gotten dirty. eat.

Okay, before you even get everything else out, start your starch. For rice this means rinse the rice and put it in the cold water and set it on high heat, for pasta this means put your salted water on the stove on high heat. For potatoes, you can use my perfect mashed potatoes recipe (I’ll do that as a separate post) or, honestly, you can wait until you’re halfway done with the rest of everything and microwave the sucker for like 8 minutes. I would never do that in a restaurant, but trying to feed my lethargic depressed ass? Absolutely.

easy rice: Fill your smallest coffee cup with rice, put it in the pot. Rinse. Fill the same cup twice with water, add to rice. Bring to a boil, give a good stir, turn heat all the way down, put a lid on it for something like 15 more minutes.

Okay, now lube your pan. Butter, olive oil, whatever. You’re probably looking at an amount more than a teaspoon and less than a table spoon of whichever you use. Personally I try to use as little olive oil as possible, so I pour a large coin sized amount (a quarter in the U.S.) into the pan, ear off a piece of the paper towel I’m going to use as my napkin for the evening, fold it up tight, and sort of paint the oil around so a little goes a longer way.

Pan lubed? Great, turn your burner on. highest heat will work but is not ideal, medium heat will work better but is still not ideal. Halfway between the two is perfect for chicken, a little hotter for beef, a little lower for fish.

Now remove two portions of your chosen protein (that way you’ll have tomorrow’s lunch too). By the time you get the packaging open and stuff, your pan is probably hot. If it’s not, let it get hot. You don’t want the oil to start smoking (warning, butter will burn faster than oil) but if you shake a single drop of water off your finger into the pan, you want it to sizzle.

If your pan is hot, put your meat in. The more you do this, the more you’ll perfect the timing, but you’re going to cook it for ~about~ 7 minutes before you flip it, maybe a couple minutes longer if it’s chicken or pork, maybe a couple minutes less if it’s beef.

Now that your meat is in, prepare your veggie. Rinse it off, cut off any part of it you don’t want to eat, and then cut what’s left into pieces the size of a large bite. Don’t worry, it’s going to get a little smaller when you cook it. Take your time, you’ll probably finish in less time than the meat needs.

Time to flip your meat? Great. Do that, and then dump your chopped up veggie in the pan. It does not matter at all if the pieces are not touching the bottom of the pan -probably most of them will not be, a bunch will be on top of the meat, that’s fine.

Put a lid on it. Now add your pasta to the water, or put your potato in the microwave, or check your rice. If following my perfect mashed potato recipe, mash now.

Rice tip, checking: eat a grain, you want zero crunch. If it’s not done and there’s no liquid, add a splash of water and stir. It it’s done or close to done, but it is still very wet, give it a big stir and leave on the stove with the lid off for a couple minutes.

Your meat still has like, at least 4 minutes, so rinse off your cutting board and chef knife, get out a plate, table knife and fork.

 Meat done? Great. Take the meat out of the pan, leaving the veggies in. Add sauce to the pan. I like to also use a little wine, because it’s usually already in the house, if you have some and want to, pour a large swallow of wine in the pan with the sauce. I’ll often mix a couple sauces, like worcestershire and soy (makes something similar to teriyaki) or hot sauce and BBQ

Stir the sauce around with the veggies. This, called deglazing, is an important step for two reasons, 1: it will get up a lot of the flavorful stuff that has stuck to the pan and make your sauce better, and 2: it will make washing the pan much easier. Okay, put the lid back on for one to two minutes, maybe stir a couple times. Basically you want the sauce to stain the veggies.

Your starch should be done, turn off the burner, put a portion on your plate, and stick the rest in a ziplock or tupperware or something. Go ahead and throw the second portion of meat right in there with it. 

Turn off the stove and scoop the veggies onto the plate, and pour the sauce from the pan over everything.

Now, while it’s too hot to eat, and you’re standing in the kitchen anyway, wash the pot, pan, and spatula. It should be very easy because of the way you used the sauce and because nothing has had a chance to harden. This usually takes me about 2 full minutes.

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OKAY! it’s been 20-25 minutes, you’ve got dinner and tomorrow’s lunch (just add another cut up veggie, pour a different sauce on, and put it in the microwave for two or three minutes) AND there’s no danger of dishes piling up on you :) You can even add “washing last night’s plate and fork for use tonight” to where you rinse the cutting board to really keep it full circle.

It’s not gormet. It IS accessibly healthy, affordable, and easy.

If you are extra depressed, forget the starch and use more veggies; this cuts what little work there is by up to half

Using this format, you can have three good meals per day and only spend 30 total minutes a day in the kitchen — including clean up! (dishes piling up tends to exacerbate my depression and makes cooking your next meal harder)

And it’s easy to give yourself a wide variety, from soy glazed chicken, zucchini and rice one night; to steak, mushrooms and pasta the next; followed by BBQ pork chops, brocoli and potatoes... I suck at math but there’s probably a hundred options

Just to recap, because I know I was very detailed and this might seem overwhelming, once you read through the above to answer any questions you might have, simply

-Start your starch -lube & heat pan, put meat in the pan, about 7 minutes -flip meat, add veggies, lid, about 7 minutes -wash knife and cutting board -remove meat and add sauce to veggies, re-lid, 1-2 minutes -finish starch, refrigerate extra meat and starch  -put everything left on a plate -wash pot and pan -eat.

[4dtk]

NCT127 falling in love with a s/o with a time-consuming job like a lawyer or a doctor

NCT 127 with an s/o who has a time-consuming job

this is so cute, thanks for requesting! i made this in a format in the ways that the boys might show their care when you’re so busy with your job :) long as hell LOL enjoy!!

brief spoilers for shang-chi if you haven’t watched! i just watched it this week lol it was really good

→ TAEIL would direct conversations to a more neutral stance. it’s not that he wants to talk about himself, but sometimes if you don’t want to talk about your case or patients, he easily slips into conversation about theories or his favourite tv show or your rundown of what groceries to take for the next time you head to the supermarket. just really normal small things that take your mind off the stress, especially at night when you’re laying in bed and just before you’re drifting off to sleep, the two of you would engage in a topic that you both know fairly well about and then you’re usually the first to succumb to sleep. taeil purposely picks out topic he knows will excite you (and bc he knows you’re passionate about it, he reads up on it which allows a well-balanced convo). if you’re rambling on about a topic, then he’ll occasionally play the guitar while laying down, just simple melodies that bring a lot of peace to the room.

“wait- how d’you like this melody?” taeil softly says, changing it instantly when you commented on the previous, discordant one. your nod encourages him to carry on with the plucking of his fingers while you yourself continue with your rambles. “so i’m saying right, it seems totally unfair for him, and you’d think that, right? but all he ever does is whine and moan about his misfortunes, plus his character is so terribly written i kinda feel sorry for-“

the halted melody prompts a sharp turn of your turn to the guitar, which you almost collide with, “what?” taeil only shrugs. “nothin’. just like how passionate you get about the show, it’s cute.” your boyfriend smiles after, ignoring how his words affect you and how your cheeks heat up at it.

→ JOHNNY is one to take you out after your work. it’s not to a super intense, high-energy place like a club or anything, but small little dates that won’t take up much time. eating dinner at a restaurant, walk in the park, small cafe trip, strolling through supermarket to make fun of brand names. if you’re too tired that day, he always finds a way to make your time at home fun. from setting up a small karaoke session, to maybe making a pillow fort, to trying out new cuddling positions, he has everything on his mind. always showing you things to cheer you up if you happen, from memes to funny videos. is low-key down for you to review crime/doctor shows too, just to see how accurate they nail it. your time at home is consuming endless pieces of media until your tummies hurt or you’re sniffling at a movie together.

“hold on- lemme show you this video,” johnny’s hand is outstretched to you once he finds the video and your spoon full of food is left near your mouth. you proceed to watch the low quality video which your boyfriend claims to be the funniest video on earth.

W-HOR? WAH? the girl’s finger in the video traces over the word “who” as she struggles to pronounce it, with presumably her sister in the background prompting her. the repeated pronunciation of the word makes you snort, while the wheezing and the loud NO in the background causes you to fully erupt into laughter. johnny simply smiles at another successful attempt to make you smile.

→ YUTA always has a hand on you when you return home. he brings you into a hug, he guides you by your back, you have to eat with one hand bc he can’t keep his hand off of you. he hopes his little touches will ease your tiredness even by a bit and if you don’t want it, he’ll stop, but it’s yuta’s way of showing he cares without words. busy days with yuta usually involve just sitting in silence as you catch up on a show or a series, or even listening to a song in silence and enjoying each other’s company. he will talk if you want to, but if not that’s fine too, preferring more to stroke your hair in silence and think about how much he loves you. becomes very sappy when you’re in the quiet of your room and generally is very fond of the small pockets of time you get to spend before you two fall asleep. likes that you’re so resolute in your job but can be soft around him behind closed doors.

“you comfortable?” yuta calls out, barely above a whisper as he wraps an arm tighter around you. there’s comfortable ministrations that his does with his fingers, massaging the skin under your pajamas while you snuggle deeper into his chest. humming, you tighten your hold around his top.

“i am, yeah,” you can’t care much for the tv show on the screen now, with empty takeout boxes and tissues littering the coffee table. you feel the gentle kiss of yuta on your head before you’re drifting off to dreamland to a scratchy, 60s jazz song playing through the speakers.

→ TAEYONG would always welcome you back with a table set and food ready, always. he knows that food is the way to someone’s heart and you eating his food always makes him happy and offers to clean-up. lets you shower first if you come back together, puts you before himself very often that sometimes you have to tell him to tone it down because you don’t want him ending up more tired than he already is. following up on this, taeyong would show his love by cooking your lunches for you. when he has the time he makes the effort to put it in a nice bento or box for you to eat. he also does the general chores around the house (assuming the two of you live together) so the bed will be a little less messy when you come back, the floor’s cleaner, the countertops aren’t so cluttered with stuff. even if there’s nothing to clean up, he always these small little things before you come back, and even if you don’t notice it, he sees the way you’re able to navigate the space or when you’re more at ease and it makes him smile.

“do you want to shower first?” taeyong calls out softly, admiring the clean house he’s managed to do up before he went to meet you, “i’ll just hang around until you’re done.”

“you need to prioritise yourself too, yong,” you pout, rubbing a hand up and down his forehead as you toe off your shoes, “how ‘bout we shower together? you did clean the house up pretty nicely.” that earns a grin and a kiss from taeyong, who goes straight the prepare the bath. you chuckle, “he’s already forgotten what i’ve told him.”

→ DOYOUNG supports you silently and listens to your day when you return home and talk about your patient or a case you’re working on. he gives you his own input when he sees fit but other than that he wants you to explain the details. being a doctor and lawyer is crazy and hectic and just wants you to know that you’re appreciated in the workforce. the way he might show his love when caring for a busy s/o like you is when he brings you stuff that you might’ve forgotten like an umbrella or your lunch since you were rushing out of the house earlier. he doesn’t mind going the extra mile to you literally bc it’s a win-win! you get your food, he gets to see you, etc. if not he’ll send someone over to pass it to the receptionist, or he’ll make up for it by meeting you outside the office to apologise and then ask you what you wanna do so he can make it up to you.

“did you manage to get the bento i bought you?” doyoung asks worriedly through the phone, holding up a hand to the staff member who was beckoning him to his photoshoot. “you bought so much!” you exclaim, with a shoulder to your ear, phone perched in between, “thank you doyoung.”

“’m sorry i couldn’t come over to give you your lunch today, angel. i’ll see you after you’re done with work, okay?” you smile at that, shooting a quick reply before you delved into your food.

→ JAEHYUN would honestly serve you once you come back from a busy day tbh. where taeyong does the chores around the house, jaehyun helps by doing the chores on YOU and only you. giving you massages, bringing you dinner on a tray, other unsaid things… and maybe even carrying you from room to room lol he’s relentless and just goes you need to rest, lemme help. big gentleman even when you reject him, doing smaller things like constantly checking up on you, pulling the blanket higher onto your body, cuddling you closer to his body when it’s cold. on top of that jaehyun also one that would meet you at your workplace and take you out like johnny, but those dates are extremely chill. he lets you choose, and when you’re not sure, he takes you on a night picnic at the field or a rooftop, just dinner, but outside bc the view is really nice and he likes the way you look even after a long day of working.

“where should we park our mats?” your head moves from left to right, looking for a suitable spot while you tug on jaehyun’s hand. he hums at it, searching for a spot just like you are. the wind’s blowing gently when you settle near a tree, mat occasionally flying up which you counter with your heavy laptop bag.

“any idea where we can get desserts later?” you call out as a half-joke, not expecting jaehyun to pull up his phone to instantly search for a baskin robbins. “there’s one close-by, wait here for a minute and i’ll go get one for you-“ you laugh before pulling him back down, “don’t worry! we’ll go together, plus i don’t want to be left alone.” jaehyun softly smiles, nodding along as he takes out the food he packed.

→ JUNGWOO has similar intentions like johnny, except he would just wanna stay home. where johnny’s goal is to make you laugh, jungwoo just likes doing things together at home. playing board games, folding the clothes together, making dinner together. it’s not that he doesn’t want to do it, but when he’s given free time he sometimes just likes to laze at home and rest from schedules. he sometimes takes himself out of bed to help before you come back but he’s lazy lolol. loves it when you’re both equally tired and living off 5h of sleep. it’s not romanticising the lack of sleep but your schedules just don’t allow you to sleep equal amounts of hours of sleep. through that, you’re at least able to connect over sleepy talk and droopy smiles while you make the bed or assemble a lego piece or playing video games. if jungwoo’s energetic enough he doesn’t mind doing the crazier activities but he generally prefers those activities done in semi-silence while you exchange jokes and funny videos.

“noooo- no! you only need to move three times, you’re cheating-“ jungwoo pouts and moves back your playing avatar back three spaces on the board game. you purse your lips, not expecting him to see it since he was particularly invested in the movie playing on the screen. knowing it was a shitty film, you tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. with eyes glued to the screen a few seconds earlier, you took your chance to move down one more space in order to get the benefit on the game board.

“you’ll get to buy a house soon, honey,” jungwoo grins cheekily, laughing even more when he’s able to move four steps, landing on the square that you wanted. now it was your turn to pout as he flips the card for property purchases, happily placing it next to his five other houses. “you’re so annoying!” you say as you fall back on the bean bag, but jungwoo doesn’t believe it when he sees a smile poking out from behind the hands shielding your face..

→ MARK sends you a looooot of texts. your convos with him are just him spamming questions or sending you memes. on every platform LMAO he has tweets sent, ig dm’s are blowing up from the weirdass nct memes that some of the fans make, he uses the official nct tiktok account to send you viral trending videos and he’s like we should try this!!!! and it’s a couple doing acrobatics or some shit. he’s crazy. anyway, he just likes to share things with you, from songs, to playlists, to youtube videos or interesting topics like crime psychology or movie theories etc. he knows that you’re hardly going to see it in your job but he sees the way you react across the room when he sends you stuff so he’s sure that you’ll like it after you get off work. sometimes likes to rickroll you, he knows it’s an old trend/troll thing but the thrill of seeing your frustrated replies always make him laugh out loud. when you’re back home, the both of you review whatever you send each other and then laugh together at them.

“hey, babe, check out this video,” mark says in a text, pasting a twitter link to a video. the video starts out interesting enough, mentioning something about a fun fact with stunning visuals has you wanting to learn more. when the guy in the video starts on his first word, the video immediately changes to rick astley with never gonna give you up. you mutter a small fuck under your breath, gaining a bit of attention from your colleagues during lunch break.

under the table, you flip him off in a picture, which he responds with a big smile of his that’s obviously teasing you for falling for it. you’re going to get it when i get back home!!!!! on a new high, you text the message and set your phone down, already excited for the evening where’d you be able to spend your time with him.

→ HAECHAN is a mix of everything kinda. he’d bring you out after work sometimes and other times likes to stay at home, mainly takes you out to eat after work, but that’s the extent of his after-work-escapades, he doesn’t want to tire you out too much. i think one prominent things he likes to do to is vlog to you, send you videos of what he’s doing on set or at home and just treats your convo like a bank for endless videos. y’know how there’s this video feature in telegram? he sends sooo many of those that you have the time of your life watching those on the ride back home. if you have time, you HAVE to facetime him during your lunch break and tell him how you’re doing and how’s your work coming along. do i have to kick someone’s ass for making you feel uncomfortable? is that patient being creepy again? and you have to explain that haechan, no, that patient is an elderly you cannot beat his ass. he’s like i don’t care, creepy dudes are not excused!!! and you can’t help but smile at that. always wants to be talking to you, close to you. if one day, you’re able to bring him to your job, this man follows you around like a lost puppy and just admires what you do, it’s endearing.

“ah, wait- you know how the sister, xia ling was sent to shut down the ten rings army? well… i just reviewed some of the articles and-“ the video cuts into the next one, haechan’s face zoomed in as he looks straight into the camera, “y’know, she might become a villain one day, i don’t know. maybe i should review some of the comics too?”

“anyway! come look at our set for the music video! it’s sexy, outfits are fire, sets are so good, the choreo this time isn’t too hard, either.” haechan asks the other members to wave as he passes them by, no doubt going his own make-up and hair after the others were already done, “okay, gotta go- love you bye!” you smile at that, texting a quick reply before you open up a video of your own, whispering through the speaker with a promise that you’d see him tonight.

[plush-rabbit]

SFW Alphabet - Yoarashi Inasa

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Inasa is affectionate to a high degree that it can become a bit overwhelming. He’ll save major acts of public display of affection at home, but he will be having a constant hand on you at all times. It’s nothing protective but rather just affection. He’s either holding your hand and pulling you somewhere new, he’ll have a hand on your back and guide you through the crowd, or just hold you no matter your size. He’s calling you pet names, pressing kisses against your cheeks and on your lips, bringing you your favorite snack if you tell him to. He is just so eager to give you all his love and attention.

B: Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Just engaging with him is enough. He’s aware that he’s rather a bit too much at times so if you were to just try to match his energy and provide an actual conversation or even just listen intently, he’s going to be head over heels. He’s always so happy when someone gives it their all and seeing you try to give it your all with him on a personal level just means so much to him. He loves the look in your eyes when you start to relate something that he likes to something that you like, inching closer to him and grabbing his hand. If you happen to show up the next day with a gift pertaining to what he was talking about, he’s smothering you in kisses.

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle. Hold in your arms and act as the big spoon and he’s kissing at your hands as soft laughs escape, pulling you closer to him. If he’s the big spoon, he’s running his hands across your back, feeling the curve of your spine, pressing soft kisses against your temple and just being completely relaxed. He prefers to cuddle while doing activities that pertain to the bed rather than actually go to sleep.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Inasa often just dreams of just coming home to you. A hero isn’t an easy job and he’s left beaten and sore, aching as he rolls his shoulders. The simple pleasure of coming home to you and sitting beside you makes it all worth it to him. He wants to be able to come home and rest alongside you, to wrap you in his arms and press himself against you, as he tells you about his day.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

He puts everything into this relationship. Inasa is committed. He is going to go all out with every important date and often leaves you wondering how he’s going to out-do himself for next year. There a few times when gifts become repetitive with either candles or stuffed animals. There are plenty of vases around for when he’s gotten you flowers for certain occasions. Every little thing that you want, he’s going to give it to you. He is going to make you feel special every single day, hardly ever getting into arguments and committed to making you remember how much he cares for you.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

If you’re scared because of a nightmare, he’s going to comfort you. He’ll wake up and pull you in for a hug or rub at your back and remind you that while he’s around, nothing is going to harm you. He’s quiet knowledgeable in knowing how to calm over given his line of work. If you’re scared because of his line of work, he’s left speechless. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want to give a false promise that everything will be okay but he will promise you that he’ll do his best to come home.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

His gifts are always something that you want. If you mentioned in passing how you wanted a watch, he’s going out and purchasing you the best watch that will suit you. His gifts can range from small things like flowers to things on the higher end. He doesn’t expect gifts in return. He sees his gift giving as a form of love language, and if yours is different he won’t complain. Receiving a gift from you is bound to make him jump for joy. He’s holding the object close to his heart and will proudly put it on display.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Inasa hugs you quite often. There are a multitude of different hugs that can easily give off his emotion. There are hugs where he’s gripping you tight and burying his head into the crook of your neck often signaling that he’s had a tough day. There are hugs where he spins you around and kisses at your face which mean excitement. The rarer hugs are ones where he collapse next to you and hides his face in your chest, his hand clutching at your shirt and brining you close which means he is not his best and wants to be held.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

He has no issues with intimacy. Inasa is quite romantic. Often times things will be either “traditional”- flowers, chocolates, dinner dates and what not- or more “modern”- dates to a roller rink, getting you a mega sized gummy candy, or whatever else that is available. He does whatever you want, going all out and into it with an open mind. He can smooth talk his way into something, sweet words whispered into your ear as he holds you tight and kisses at your lips.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

He doesn’t get jealous. Inasa is very secure about the relationship that he holds with you. He doesn’t think you’ll leave him or cheat on him. If you want to go out with friends, he’s happy that you’re going out, just make sure you stay safe. On the rare occasion that he is jealous, he’ll have a big smile and wave his arm, loudly calling out a pet name for you or just grabbing your hand in front of said person and exclaiming about what a wonderful partner you are. The latter option often ends up with Inasa complimenting you to a stranger who was flirting with you a second ago.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

He’s a fairly good kisser. He’s rather eager and always rushes into it but he finds his footing soon enough. He loves to kiss you- just peppering your face or have you kiss at him fills him with butterflies. He tries to kiss you often. At least five times before either of you leaves for work. He wants to peck at you and just keep you loved and happy.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

He says “I love you” quite often. Surprisingly, he did not say the words first. As passionate as he is, he held insecurities that you didn’t feel the same way and would let the feeling fester. He says it only after you do, looking away from you and holding your hands tight in his. He prefers to show his love to you but he always says it.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

He would love to get married. He wants to wear the wedding bands and announce you as officially his. He would like a large wedding- friends and family invited; having people watch as you two say your vows. However, if you would prefer to have a small wedding, he can respect that and narrow the long list of potential invites- with your help, of course.

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

He loves to go on dates. He likes to be able to go out and walk with you to a fair or farmer’s market- something public and just doing cute stuff. If he were to be honest, any activity that he does with you is a date. You two could go grocery shopping and he’s dressing to match your style and helping you pick out fruits. He likes to go on “official” dates often. He wants to treat you out and just hear you talk about your day or sit in silence.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

Inasa does whatever you ask of him. His goal is to make you happy and he’s going to do it. He will try or do whatever you want him to do at least once.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

He is extremely playful. He will tickle at your sides, throw popcorn at you to get your attention and anything else to see you smile. His playfulness comes more in a form of teasing, patting your head and calling you cute, pinching at your cheeks or picking you up. There are few times where he’ll use his quirk to make you trip into his arms or to just have you “fly” as he messes with you.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

If he is going to buy something, he is asking for your opinion. He wants you to like what he’s going to buy whether it is clothes, food, accessories or even pet food for the stray animals. He wants you to enjoy and know that there is major part of his life that he dedicates to you also being happy. He will share his opinion. He’ll tell you what he thinks of this or that.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Rarely spontaneous, Inasa likes to have things planned. He wants to make sure that you have time to prepare and that he is also free. There are few impromptu “dates” that involve going to the store and buying snacks. Most dates are planned, having times checked off and researching before taking you out.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

He will pull you close. He teeters between being a heavy sleeper and a light sleeper. If you’re around, he has at least a hand on you and will keep it there and will sleep until his alarm wakes him up. Yet, if you were to wake up randomly and walk off, his hand instantly searches for you and if he cannot find you, he’ll wake up and call out your name. He’s quite clingy, holding onto you and kissing at you face with tired pecks.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

He trusts you a hundred percent. He will tell you whatever you need to know and will trust your judgment. He absolutely cares for you and will hold you close as he tells you whatever you want to know. Inasa cares for you very much and will place his entire wellbeing and trust in your hands. There isn’t a moment where he doubts you.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

He is just so passionate. You ask him to do something for you and if he can, he will absolutely give you what you want. He is the epitome of faithful. He cares for you so much and every time you both go out, he gives it his all, he’s just so caring and accommodating to you and your needs.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

Contrary to his fiery personality, he takes a while to be vulnerable around his partner. He holds his emotions close and he will be vulnerable around you at times but its surface level. He’ll hold your hand and have a deep look on his face as he tells you about his day and the struggles of it. It’s until further into the relationship that he becomes vulnerable. He’s burying his head into your chest or neck and growing teary eyed with you. He’s extremely clingy, wanting to be held and not wanting to let go for a long time.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He loves candles. He prefers sweeter scents that remind him of spring or summer. There’s something nice about the house smelling either fruity or sweet and the process of buying a candle and trying out different scents and seeing which one he or you like.

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Inasa would be distraught. He struggles to breathe, gripping at his sleeves and tearing up as he stares at your injured form. Depending on the severity, he will not leave you alone. He’s staying by your side or sending you messages every hour on the hour asking if you need anything. He is one to beat himself up over you incident, telling himself that if he were home earlier, you wouldn’t have had to climb the ladder or if he had done the cooking, you wouldn’t have cut yourself. If it’s by an attack, he becomes so determined on being your own bodyguard.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

A pet peeve might be him being overly friendly. There’s nothing wrong with it but when you’re trying to buy milk and he’s talking to anyone and everyone and it takes the trip longer than it needs to, it can become an issue. Not to mention sensory overload or any other types of things coming into play. Something he might become irked about from you is if you disregard him. He can understand if you’ve had a bad day and would rather be left alone so long as you tell him. Inasa will give you the space you need but you need to tell him.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Inasa is one of the most passionate partners. He is hugging and spinning you around if he hasn’t seen you for hours. If you purposely hide from him in grocery stores, he’s looking everywhere for you and he has this bring toothy grin when he sees you, and he’ll rush towards you and lift you off the floor in a hug and keep a tight grip on your hand for the duration of the trip. He doesn’t expect the same levels of passion as long as you’re passionate. Show him that you care and Inasa is more than happy with that. If you give him the same type of passion, he’s just never going to stop smiling.

[straymackerel]

hey! i was wondering if you can do some dating headcanons for atsushi, ranpo, and odasaku (if you do him), i love your writing by the way, you’re really great :))

ranpo + oda boyfie hcs

➽─{aww, tysm! yes, i write for everyone in the anime. here’s an older link for atsushi!}─❥

edogawa ranpo

• can i get uhhhh “high maintenance boyfriend”..?

• ranpo is quite the selfish lover; the ‘my way or the highway’ mentality is strong with this one.

• he is not above having a mini meltdown in public. expect chaos to ensue when the ice cream shop runs out of his favorite flavor or the vending machine eats his money

• the honor of dragging him and his temper tantrum out of the store falls on none other than—you guessed it—you!

• the bright side is that he’s easy to cheer up. it takes just one trip to the grocery/convenience store and you’re set

• just be warned that he puts almost everything he sees in the shopping cart... and there’s no talking him out of it

• he’s super needy...

• so goddamn needy oh my god

• can words even describe how clingy this guy is???

• he literally starts pouting if he feels like he doesn’t have your undivided attention

• he texts you from work all the time:

• “thinking about you,” “let’s get pizza and ice cream tonight,” “wanna play hooky today?”

• physical affection is a must must must.

• i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: he needs to be the little spoon, safe and snug in your arms.

• you’re basically required to hold his hand in public lest you run the risk of losing him forever (and just how would you explain that to poor old fukuzawa?)

• ranpo returns the favor by surprising you with back hugs and forehead kisses and lil hand squeezes

• his favorite kind of date is one where he can show off his deductive skills, so expect to eventually take him to every escape room in the city

• praise kink 100—except it goes both ways

• he brags about you nonstop, 24/7, to absolutely everyone and anyone

• plus he doubles as an insecurity repellent—always gassing you up, always letting you know just how amazing you are

• absolutely nothing prompts it; he just starts going off about how adorable you are, how happy you make him, how glad he is to have met you, etc. whenever he pleases

• you’ll just be minding your own business when he walks up to you and points you down

• “...i’ve deduced,” he says as you quirk an eyebrow,

• “that i have the greatest partner-in-crime in the whole wide world!”

oda sakunosuke

• the orphans are a part of the package, take it or leave it.

• as long as you’re not completely appalled by the idea of co-parenting spending some time with the young ones, he’s pretty much the most flexible boyfriend you could ask for

• ...not to mention exceptionally nonjudgmental. he can’t buy you the world and he won’t burn it down for you either, but he’ll be damned if he can’t accept you for who you are

• i’m talking about your deepest, darkest secrets... because he seriously won’t think any less of you for them.

• whoever you are, without exception—you can be your true self around oda. he wants to love the real you, after all

• (and you can expect him to be just as open with you, too.)

• he keeps you as far away from the mafia as possible, but of course you get the heads up that he’s in it, plus the risks involved

• this guy wouldn’t even dream of abandoning you at your worst. you’re a person, not a concept, so don’t be afraid to be vulnerable with him

• he’s patient to a fault. he’s forgiving to no end. oda’s your rock and he wouldn’t have it any other way

• your hopes, your dreams, your life goals—he takes them all very seriously, and truly wants to support you along the way

• he becomes genuinely interested in whatever you’re interested in. please, tell him all about it

• (...anything to get his mind off of work)

• consistency is key to him. he’s not liable to mood swings or anything like that, so you can count on him to be unwaveringly sweet

• ex. he never goes to the store or the coffee shop without first asking if you want him to grab something for you, too, even if you’re in the middle of a fight

• your dates are quite simple, and it’s likely that you’ll frequent a local restaurant or two

• you also bring the kids to the park often. you’ll grab ice cream cones and take to people-watching on the benches when it’s nice out

• he doesn’t mind if things get quiet. in fact he embraces shared silences and finds nothing awkward about them

• oda’s an honest guy, but he’s far from flashy. you’re only getting the most subtle gestures of affection out of him in public

• he likes placing his hand on the small of your back and letting his fingers brush up against yours as you walk down the street

• once in a while he presents you with small gifts, often a little accessory or some other trinket

• “it made me think of you,” he says, putting it on for you in front of the mirror, planting a kiss on your cheek when you turn to him in surprise

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[quirklessidiot]

Title: filthy rich [2/3]  Pairing: millionare!sakusa kiyoomi x y/n [filthy capitalist au] Genre: mild romance themes, major angst ahead, a bit of mystery, mafia!au-ish

Synopsis: He was perfect, maybe too damn perfect.

Warnings: mild sexual content, yandere themes, toxic relationships, violence, shady business, class differences, mentions of rape, and sakusa being a manipulative bastard [this fic does not in any way glorify these types of relationships!!!] Notes: Happy 605 followers guys! Decided to change this into a three part fic since it would be too damn long....I know this is a long overdue chapter hnnng i fucking hate college i cant wait to see sakusa in the new season, how was it guys? I was absolutely thrown off by akaashi even if he only had like a minute or so screentime hnnng...

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Sakusa Kiyoomi reminded you of an onion.

Over the past three years of going out with him, you seem to find a new layer to him. No longer was he the asshole from that day, he was the sweetest boyfriend, hands down. You were both a bit awkward in terms of affection since you two were treading on unfamiliar territory (much to your surprise, a man like Sakusa Kiyoomi has never been seriously intimate with anyone) but like every other couple out there, you surpassed it. You were now in the receiving end of his soft smiles, warm gaze, and affection.

Although you had your worries like your residency and his company growing bigger and bigger by the day, you started to wonder if you’d last long but the man casted your doubts aside and continued to be faithful to you and everyday you seem to fall deeper and deeper in the rabbit hole.

“...and for the last time, stop buying me expensive things and offering to pay my student loans.” you frowned, stirring the Butajiru for your boyfriend who was coming by today for dinner. Out of spite, early on in the relationship, you had to learn how to cook since Sakusa demanded you to when he learned that you lived a lot on canned foods and unhealthy take-outs. Much to your despise, he even volunteers to pay for your weekly groceries and even got you a ‘for sale’ stove that he apparently can’t return because he misplaced the receipt.

“I don’t get it, don’t partners like it when they’re given gifts all the time?” his brows are upturned, making you scoff. “From past experiences-”

“Are you sure that those weren’t sugar babies?” you cut him off, pointing the wooden spoon on your hand at him, “Because from your description you sound like a sugar daddy.”

“Hey.” He grumbled, walking up to you from behind to envelope you on a hug, “I’m not old enough to be a sugar daddy.”

You shut the stove off and turn to him, placing a brief kiss on the jaw, “You yell at teenagers and complain when it’s too noisy. I think you qualify for a senior discount and a sugar daddy title.” You joked, escaping his grip to grab some bowls so you both could start eating.

“You’re only four years younger than me.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, sticking your tongue out, “Also, aren’t you supposed to be at a party tonight?”

“You weren’t there.” 

“Aren’t you required to go?” You frowned, placing the bowl in front of him, “You know I’m not a big fan of those things and you can’t keep handing it over to Komori-san…”

“And you know I hate it when you aren’t there.” He softly repeated.

You roll your eyes and place your own bowl as you sit in front of him, “Always the smooth talker since we met three years ago.” you shake your head.

“Three years, huh.” Sakusa paused, “Speaking of three years, I was thinking…”

You stopped eating and looked up to face him, his face dead serious, “Move in with me.” He asked out of the blue. Your eyes widen and you let down a gulp, your stomach flipping at his words.

“I-” You paused, “I...I can’t…”

Sakusa tilted his head, confused, “What?”

“Don’t get me wrong…” You started, eyes looking at your food, seemingly nervous, “I-I wanna move in with you, my lease is almost up...but…”

“But what?”

“It’s not like I wasn’t going to tell you any sooner but….but i’m moving.”

Silence filled the room that you could almost hear the pin drop, “What do you mean you’re moving?” Sakusa’s voice was void of emotion and it made you scared for the first time. The man wishes you were wrong, wishing that you were just moving someplace nearby but the next words stun him.

“I got accepted for a huge humanitarian work in Medaide.” You gulped, carefully choosing your words as you slither your hands to his, trying to distract him, “We'll be travelling around third world countries, like the dream I've always told you about. I thought, well, I didn't got accepted since I didn't hear from them but it seems like I did.”

“How many months?”

“It’s- It’s a permanent job, I go back once a year…”

Silence enveloped the room, the only thing that could be heard was the faint sound of the bustling city outside. The world seems to have stopped for Sakusa that time.

“Congrats.” Sakusa smiled softly, breaking the silence, “I’m proud of you, bunny.”

Your eyes widen as you immediately leap out the chair and run to your boyfriend’s side, “Thank god!” you exclaimed, sitting on his lap to envelope him in a hug, “I was afraid you’d break up with me.”

You stare at him in the eye, hands on his cheeks, “Now why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, we’d only be seeing each other once a year if i accepted it.” You murmured, kissing him on the temple, “Thanks for being so supportive.”

You don’t notice how his grip tightens a bit on your waist nor the darken look looming over his features, “I’d never let you go, bunny. Never.” he hummed.

You continue on with your little happy bubble with your ever supportive boyfriend, you start shopping for some goodies for your trip that you were scheduled to leave next month. You should’ve known everything was too good to be true. 

A week before your trip, the company had called you in and said that you were cut off from the team and that apparently your experience wasn’t enough.

You vividly remember Sakusa rushing to your side mid-day when he should be swamped with work, whispering soothing words in your ear. You were absolutely devastated, the dream job you wanted felt like it slipped away, it took you a month to get back to your feet and actually go out. Despite getting over it, you were discouraged, the words they said echoed on your head, thoughts on how you weren’t performing well back  in med school and how your record on residency wasn’t enough.

“Y/N?”

“Oh.” you blinked, looking up to your boyfriend, “Sorry, I spaced out.”

“It’s alright.”

It seemed like the only constant thing in your life now was Sakusa, your friends were busy and they had come and gone, you didn’t want to worry your very busy parents so you didn’t call them about your dilemma. You didn’t want to call your aunt or Hinata about it too since you know they’d tell your parents.

Kiyoomi was the only person who stayed.

He was the only one you trusted.

“Is that roommate thing with you still open?” you suddenly asked, making Sakusa paused mid-movement.

“Of course it is,” He dropped the cutlery he was holding and strode to your side to caress your cheek, “It always is for you.”

“Guess I’ll be able to use my duplicate more often.”

Maybe being a humanitarian doctor wasn’t how it was going to be for you, it took another month for you to actually go and find a permanent job. Sakusa points out that you can take all the time out that you need but you don't want to lounge around and do nothing, you need a good distraction.

So you ended up working for a prestigious hospital as an ER doctor, for a moment, you forgot about Medaide with the help of your new job and your boyfriend.

You were happy.

Really happy.

The idea of staying in Tokyo didn’t actually seem like a bad idea now, you were going to bring it up to your parents and tell them that you wanted to stay here permanently with your boyfriend. They’d probably be happy, Sakusa Kiyoomi is a perfect man.

Until you come to the very sudden realization that he wasn’t.

Kiyoomi hated going out on long distance trips, he always wanted to be next to you or take you with him but this one was apparently too important to skip out so you greet him goodbye and wait for him to come home. Being the good partner you are, you decided to clean the house for your boyfriend. Kiyoomi was an incredibly clean person so you tried to keep your sloppiness to yourself when you moved in a few months ago.

Getting rid of the small dust here and there and throwing some unimportant things on the side, you prepare to throw out the collected garbage but ultimately freeze on your tracks when you find a ripped paper on the garbage dump.

Normally, you don’t do garbage dives.

Why would you?

Yet the name on top along with your boyfriend’s name caught your attention. It was Medaide’s logo, you grabbed the ripped piece of paper and started looking through the garbage dump, it did start to smell but curiosity always got the best of you.

Nervously biting your lower lip, you don’t find all the papers but you find one dated the same week you had broken the news to your boyfriend and the words, “Thank you for your donation and for sending us a group of more competent doctors for this batch.”

Your eyes narrowed as you stood there, shaking, the surge of panic and anxiety bubbling within you made the bile rose on your throat.

What was going on?

Was this really your perfect boyfriend?

Maybe it was all a big misunderstanding, why would your boyfriend do that? What would he even gain? You bite on your fingernails as you walk back and forth in front of the front desk, “Y/N-san?”

You jump on the spot.

“K-Kenjiro-san.” 

“You alright there?” Shirabu Kenjiro asked, tilting his head to the side, “You’re not looking very good these days.”

“Y-Yeah…” You gulped, “J-Just thinking about some things.”

“Well, your shift is about to be over. Maybe you can go home earlier? ER’s pretty much dead right now.”  Your fellow doctor shrugged, you turned around and let out a sigh, maybe you should request to go home earlier. You needed to rest. All this thinking was getting to your head that you had almost misdiagnosed a patient this afternoon.

“Hey Kenjiro-san.” you ask your workmate, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

“I have a friend.” You gulped down, “They’ve got this perfect relationship and he’s a super great guy...then-then they realize that he did something bad…”

Kenjiro looks up from his paperwork and shoots you his usual upturned brow, “Can you specify what he did?”

“He got in the way of their dreams.”

Kenjiro is silent for a moment as if he was thinking of something deep, “Well if I were that person, I’d leave him. What kind of asshat doesn’t support their partner’s dreams?” he asked, placing his hands on his hips, “Tell your friend that they deserve better and not some asshat who is holding them back.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, he had a very good point, “Yeah, that’s right.”

Kenjiro had a good point there, maybe confronting Sakusa would be a wise choice but as of right now you decided against it, you needed to gather the courage to actually talk to him about it. The thing that scared you the most was how much you loved and trusted the guy too much.

He went through such lengths to get you to stay around, who knows what else he could’ve done?

You shake your head, you were being paranoid yet at the same time you couldn’t help it. Your anxiety towards the situation wasn’t helpful at all and it was spiking up and down.

On your way home, you decided to pass by a local pharmacy because your head hadn’t been feeling very well, “Do you have any pain killers?” you weakly asked the man on the front counter, after giving you your medication, you also decided to buy some extra vitamins because you recalled almost running out of them.

“Oh, we ran out of that brand yesterday.” The pharmacist replied, scrunching his brow in wonder, “Would you like another one? It’s not a generic brand but it’s  pretty much the same.”

“Yeah, that’ll do too.” You nodded, after paying for your purchase, you headed home. Fixing up your medicine in your cabinet, you freeze mid-action when you notice how familiar the vitamin looked. Shakily raising your hand to grab your birth-control pills in the medicine cabinet, you almost topple down when you pop it open next to the vitamin you bought.

It was the same.

It was exactly the same.

Before you knew it you were vomiting in the basin, your headache was worsening and the shaking wouldn’t stop.

The idea of the perfect boyfriend was completely erased in your head.

You didn’t look well these past few days, Kiyoomi noticed it because you didn’t even dared to hide it anymore, you wanted to leave him. Not only did he get in the way of whatever you worked hard for but he was trying to get you pregnant without your consent.

You felt utterly disgusted.

You sat at the tub, completely drained from all the events that transpired this past two weeks. The three year perfect streak that he tried to maintain was reduced to nothing but shambles. You wanted to blame yourself for being too stupid and caught up in this sham, your boyfriend was messed up, you wanted to get away but how?

You inwardly sighed, you were stupid. Too stupidly in love and intoo deep the rabbit hole that you hadn't even noticed.

“Y/N?”

Your gaze snapped to find him standing there with an expensive bouquet of flowers, you try to let out a weak smile, “Hey.”

“You’re not looking well.” He commented, placing the flowers on the side as he approached your naked figure on the tub, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” you nodded, “Just work.”

“I told you not to overstrain yourself.” He mumbled, bending down to your level, “You might get sick.”

You wanted to cringe away in disgust as he kissed your bare shoulders but you maintained yourself, “It’s fine.” You softly said, “I just have to do my best. I still want to try out for humanitarian work if I get a good recommendation from the hospital.”

You notice the quick shift of expression in his eyes, making you tighten your lips, so there it was.

“Again? I thought-”

“It’s my dream.” You began, trying to give him a smile, maybe, just maybe you can let him see through it, “You know how much I want this.”

“Maybe it’s not meant for you.”

“Excuse me?”

Sakusa Kiyoomi’s eyes widen at the new reaction, your smile turning to a grimace. Over the course of your relationship, you had never been this angry, “Y/N, you know that’s not-”

“Get out.” You shakily say.

“Y/N.”

“I said, Get out, Sakusa.” You yell again, eyes seeing red, the bastard had the audacity to keep pulling you back and doing these things to you. You were downright disgusted at him and everything he was doing, what more would you find? The mere fact that he destroyed your dreams and switched out your birth control had you on edge at the moment and you didn’t want to try to find out anymore, you probably wouldn’t be able to handle it.

He lets out a sigh, “You don’t have to leave the room. I’ll go sleep on the couch.”

You watch him leave and close the bathroom door yet his eyes don’t fool you anymore. 

You didn’t feel safe here.

You needed to get out.

Sakusa Kiyoomi is no fool towards your shift of attitude, he knows something is up when you snap at him when you were usually the calmer one (yes, you may be a bundle of energy and spitfire but you were relatively calm in the most part) so he calls the head of your hospital and sits him down, the head is shaking and on his knees, begging him to spare his life and his job for he did not know that you were overworked at all in your department.

“...I watch over her, sir…” the chief shakily exclaimed, “I always do…”

“So, you’re telling me… that my Y/N is a liar?”

The chief immediately freezes up on the spot, “Good lord, of course not! Doctor Y/N would never-”

“What would it be?”

“E-excuse me?”

“Your hands or your life?”

The man immediately cries out, begging him for mercy for he was innocent but Sakusa didn’t care. 

He didn’t care at all.

Yes, Sakusa Kiyoomi would do anything for you. If someone were to make you sad, tired, weary, or any negative emotion, he’d strike them down, just like how he paid your friends to stay away, just like how he had subtly shifted your parents work conditions that prevented them from returning to you.

You were his and his only.

No one could get in your ways.

“My name is Doctor Sato, I’ll be your new chief...”

You stare at the new head of the hospital blankly, apparently the previous chief, Doctor Yamomoto, had to retire due to some matters with his family. It was a shame, you really liked him since he was awfully nice to you and everyone in the ward, “...L/N-san?” the older man calls out as soon as the meeting was over.

Your gaze snapped towards him as he tilted his head slightly, you’re completely bewildered by the sudden attention from your new boss, “Are your working conditions alright?”

“Yes, chief.” 

“If you have any problem, “ his tight lip turns into a big smile as he places his hand on your shoulder, “Please don’t hesitate to ask.”

You blink at his uncharacteristic request and immediately move back to get away from his grasp, a rather uncomfortable smile made its way to your lips as you nodded, “I’ll take note of that, Chief.” 

Thankfully nothing odd happened anymore after the day ended and as you patched up your things, getting ready to go home, you find your one and only boyfriend standing there with another bouquet of flowers in his hands. The sense of familiar dread sinked in once again.

How would you end this all?

The perfect man was a liar and he got in the way but why couldn’t you end things with him quickly? Why couldn’t you cut him off? You were so angry at him yet at the same time you were so lost, where did it go wrong?

“Y/N…” He greets, “How was work?”

“It was fine.” You quietly replied, turning your gaze  at the expensive bouquet on his hands once again. Ever since you guys fought, he had been buying you flowers and expensive things but you remained the same, you just didn’t know how to act anymore around him.

“How was your new chief?”

You immediately tense up, as far as you recalled you had only met the chief today and no one knew about this outside the hospital. How the hell did this bastard know?

Sakusa notices you’ve gone too quiet, “Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Word travels fast, huh?” you blinked, regaining your composure quickly, something wasn’t right now, you knew that something went deeper than that little Medaide charade he did and switching your pills to get you pregnant, “He’s alright and please stop buying me stuff, didn’t I tell you that we were fine already?”

“Y/N-”

You sighed and leaned in closer, pulling down his mask so that you could give him a peck on his lips. Inside, you felt disgusted but this was the only way now, “Stop acting all cringey and lovey-dovey. I forgive you. Let’s not fight again.” You consoled the tall man.

You notice how soft his eyes became.

Yes, two can play a game. 

From stopping you from moving to trying to get you pregnant, it was those things that made you come towards a conclusion that Sakusa Kiyoomi didn’t wanted you to leave his side. The man probably wouldn’t stop at anything, if he was willing to go to such lengths, what more could he do? You let out a tight smile as your boyfriend kisses your temple.

You needed to find a way and quick because the Sakusa Kiyoomi you thought you knew for the past three years was nothing like the Sakusa Kiyoomi in front of you.

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Drabble

Summary: Flora has something she needs to say to Fi and Sky

Rating Gen

Warnings and tags: Hurt/Comfort (i think), light (very) Angst, Fluff (tons, immeasurable amounts), Wild's canonical BOTW injury/death is mentioned but not elaborated on.

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Sky wandered around Hateno, in no hurry. This lazy town was truly relaxing and he was keen to spend the day window shopping with Fi until dinner that evening. As he walked past the dye shop he noticed a new face. Flora was exiting the general store down the road, burdened with a single parcel.

Ever chivalrous, Sky ran to catch up to her, "Do you need any assistance Flora?" Flora started, "Oh, you're one of Link's new friends! I'm quite fine really, just grabbing some ingredients for dinner tonight " Sky fell in step next to her at a leisurely pace, "Perhaps I could join you on your walk?" Flora laughed and nodded her assent. It was several minutes before Flora spoke once again. "Actually, I've been meaning to speak with you about your sword, if you wouldn't mind sharing any details?"

Sky smiled, he loved talking about his best companion. "Of course not, ask away." "Have you ever... heard her speak?"

It was Sky's turn to act surprised. No one he had spoken to had admitted to hearing Fi. It had always been just him. "I-yes, actually. She was as real as you or me during my adventure. We would often speak at length about anything and everything." Sky laughed. "There was one time we debated on whether the sky was blue. It was a great way to pass the time during my journey. Why do you ask... have you heard her as well?" Flora looked away for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. Her voice quiet ,"only once, in a time of great need." They both lapsed into silence.

Sky would be lying if he said he wasn't curious, but it seemed a sensitive subject and he didn't want to push Flora. She must have sensed his curiosity, because she continued. "I would like to say something to her if you don't mind. It's rather important to me... Can she still hear us?" Fi hummed her assent in his mind before Sky could answer. "Yes, she's listening."

Flora paused again, collecting herself. Then she stopped and turned fully to Sky. Sky removed Fi from her sheath to make it easier for Flora to speak to her. "Master Sword, I do not know your true name but I would like to thank you for what you did for me and Link. Without your guidance in my time of need Link would not be here." She paused, taking a moment, " You gave me hope when there was none to be seen and for that I am truly grateful. Thank you...for everything."

Sky felt a lump in his throat. He would not cry,he would not cry- No one had ever thanked Fi before. Not like this. It was overwhelming. Flora looked Sky in the eye, "From what Link has told me you forged her?" Sky managed a nod. " Then I owe you thanks as well. You helped me save my friend. Thank you." Flora smiled, eyes shining with emotion.

Sky couldn't hold back if he wanted to. He rushed forward, embracing Flora in a crushing hug, paying no mind to her small bundle of groceries. Sky was openly crying now. Voice thick with tears he said, "I think I can speak for the both of us when I say, it was an honor, your majesty." Slowly, Flora returned Sky's embrace. They stood there for several long minutes until they separated. Flora and Sky both shared puffy red faces.

Suddenly, Flora gasped looking at the ingredients that had been smashed between them. "How am I going to explain to Link that I destroyed his stew ingredients!!?? He's going to wack me with his favorite spoon again!" Sky snorted, which caused Flora to wack his shoulder with an offended gasp. Sky laughed harder. Soon, both him and Flora were in a fit of laughter. Later, after another trip to the store, Wild would still assault them with his favorite spoon because they were "late and I almost burned the stew waiting for you!" Together, everyone would sit down and have a wonderful meal.

The end :)

[starlight-writes-stuff]

hey! i sent in the ask for the party fic with ethan (which was so good holy shit) and i was hoping you could do the SFW alphabet for him? can I be ⚙️ anon, as well? (get it?)

⚙️anon (thats so clever ily for it) , welcome !! im sorry this took me forever , but here’s your sfw alphabet - this came so easy to me i spend too much time consuming ethan content - anyway ! i really hope you enjoy this ((: reblogs are always appreciated <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE : soft , fluffy ethan content , no tws ! also , yall rockin with the new blog theme ⁉️

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

ethan is incredibly affectionate in all senses of the word- big gestures, small moments, and everything in between. he brings you flowers or food quite often, just something small to show you that you were on his mind while he was out and about. you two would have a designated date night once a week where he’d clear his schedule to spend quality time with you; either taking you out to dinner or cooking and watching movies at home with spencer. also, ethan would definitely go out of his way to do little things around the house to help you out - washing the dishes, vacuuming, folding the laundry. however, ethan wouldn’t shy away from larger gestures of affection, either: he’d take you on surprise vacations or road trips for holidays or anniversaries. 

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

being ethan’s best friend would be so much fun. he’s definitely the kind of guy that would send you a text when he was 10 minutes away from your house because he was bored and wanted to go do something together. you’d never be bored around ethan- he can talk for hours, and would 100% know how to make you laugh, even if the two of you were just chilling on the couch. a friendship with ethan would be filled with adventures; concerts, midnight snack runs, campouts in the backyard and lots of fun with spencer. 

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

yes, 100%. thinking back to unus annus, ethan was a vvv touchy guy with mark, and i think that would only be amplified with his significant other- touch is one of his love languages, for sure. he’d be the type to always have some soft of physical connection; a hand on your thigh while he drives, mindlessly drawing patterns over your skin while your working, aways holding your hand in public type beat. if ethan wasn’t getting your attention when he wanted it he, would not hesitate to pick you up over his shoulder and carry you to the closest soft surface before plopping you down and wrapping you in his arms. i think he’s probably a fan of having you laying on your side, facing him so that he can hold you, but still see your face/ talk to you. he’d also love laying on your chest because he’s such a boob guy but that’s a conversation for another time ,,,,,

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

i think that if you and ethan were committed and had been dating for a while than he would absolutely want to settle down- but i feel like dating ethan would also include being around each other all the time (constant sleepovers while you aren't living together) so it wouldn’t be that drastic of a change. while he was living on his own, though, ethan obviously had to take care of himself, so he taught himself to cook and clean and do general, domestic tasks. i think he’d be a really good partner when it came to things around the house like that; ethan would always do his fair share and would pick up anything that you needed him to. 

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

ethan just comes off as a very feeling, sensitive person (his brand is literally soft boy what do u expect), so i think breakups would be really hard for him. he wouldnt break up with his s/o until he was 10000000% positive that it as the right choice, and had thought through it multiple times. even then, it would rip his heart out to end things- he wouldn’t be afraid to show his emotions. ethan would definitely break up with whoever he was dating in person- he knows that he owes them that.

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

okay, this one is up in the air for me. i definitely feel like ethan would settle down with his person and be completely loyal to them- thats a no brainer. i just don’t know how he feels about marriage? i feel like ethan wants a life partner, i just dont know if he would marry them. (this could 1792049384% be my personal bias peeking through because i think marriage is fkn weird, but for some reason i think he would too ????? maybe thats just me)

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

ethan is just ,,,,, soft hearted, dude. he’s just gentle in general. i think emotionally he’s a total teddybear, and he feels all his emotions incredibly deep- he rules with his heart, for sure. he wants to make sure that everyone around him is happy, and if they arent, it would affect him more than he’d like to admit. physically, ethan can vary- like i said, he’s always touching you in some way, but i think he’d be down for getting a little rougher in bed when you guys want to. 

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

ethan is an envelope-the-whole-ass-person kinda hugger, hug-with-your-whole-body type deal. if you look at pictures from unus annus, even old old pictures from the tour he did w/ mark, ethan is always completely wrapped around someone, hugging them with everything in him. i think if his s/o was shorter, he’d love to stack his head on top of theirs, and if y’all were around the same height, he’d bury his face in your neck. he’s very huggy- when you’re out and about, he’s always hugging you from behind, pulling your body closer to his. i also think ethan would love koala hugs, where he was sitting and his s/o wraps their arms and legs around him- he’d sit like that forever, rubbing up and down your back.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

hhhhhhhhhh don't clock me for this one, yall- if ethan was feeling some type of way, he would tell you. i don't think the length of the relationship would matter as much to him as the intensity and depth of his feelings; if ethan really truly loved you and wanted to say it, he would. he’d definitely preface it with the fact that you didn’t have to say it back, that he just wanted to get it on the table and out of his head. 

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

ethan would be very secure in his relationships, and i think it would take a lot to get him jealous. however, when he was,,,,,,,, it wouldnt be pretty. like, at all. if it was a situation where someone was hitting on his s/o, he wouldn’t step in until you’d already tried to get them to leave you alone- not because he didn’t want to, but because he knew that if he did, it would get ugly. when he did step in, he’d start by saying something (not kindly worded, but to the point), and if that didn’t work i don’t think ethan would be above getting physical- he’s extremely protective of you. 

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

I THINK ABOUT THIS A LOT AND I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I'D LIKE TO SAY SO THIS ONE’S GOIN IN BULLET POINTS , GANG

okay- ethan loves to kiss you. he just loves kisses- they feel so personal and intimate to him, and he kisses you all the time, everywhere

he’ll dip you and kiss you in the middle of the grocery store aisles, he dgaf

but i think his favorite spots for kissing you would be your forehead, your lips (duh), collarbones/shoulders, down your spine and on your inner thighs hngggggg

but it goes vice versa too

ethan wants ALL your kisses . all of them , everywhere

He’s such a sucker for you kissing his neck and you cant talk me out of that (:

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

cute. literally so cute. i think that ethan would love other people’s kids, but definitely doesn’t want any of his own- at least, not right now. however, with other people’s babies he is S O F T; he loves to hold them, and would absolutely offer to try and calm a crying baby down, rocking them and singing soft lullabies to calm their woes. i also think that he would LOVE toddler aged kiddos- like 3-6. he’d be cool uncle ethan, playing catch with them, taking them to the park, finding games to play and always letting them win. he’d totally try to teach them how to ride their bike, or how to do a cartwheel, or how to jump off the swings for maximum height. ethan would totally bring them a fun lunch at school or sneak the kid’s favorite candy over to them and eat it together in a secret spot.

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with ethan would be slow and lazy and filled with golden light filtering in through the blinds. if he woke up first, ethan would be as soft as humanly possible in order not to wake you up & would sneak downstairs to make coffee and start breakfast for the two of you, sometimes bringing it up to surprise you with breakfast in bed. the two of you would spend an hour (at minimum) in bed together, waking up and peppering each other with soft pecks all over. i think ethan would be extra soft™ in the mornings- he’d be super cuddly and affectionate. 

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

nights spent with ethan would always hold a sort of unexplainable magic- there’s something about the thought of falling asleep next to him thats just so… comforting? he’d be so warm and easy to fall asleep with, all soft and hazy and gentle; he’d fall asleep holding you as big spoon, but when y’all woke up he’d be wrapped in your arms, laying on your chest. also, if you were having a hard time falling asleep, ethan would stay up with you, talking through whatever was on your mind even if he was barely able to keep his eyes open. 

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

i think that ethan would open up more and more as the relationship progresses, going along with the natural advancement of things unless something happened that made it crucial for him to open up; if that did happen, though, you wouldn’t have to pry anything out of him. ethan is a pretty honest, open person and wants to be transparent with you always- trust is something that he values above all else and he wants to remain very truthful with you.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

ethan is incredibly patient and understanding- it would take a lot to truly upset him. sure, the two of you would get into little tiffs here and there about stupid things, but the small arguments would be resolved within the hour with lots of hugs and kisses and soft “im sorry”s. however, if yall managed to get into a big argument, i think it would take ethan a bit to calm down and he would want to put some space between you two while he did- not to anger you any further, but to make sure that he didn’t say anything he didn't mean. ethan has a bit of a temper while he’s angry, and he wouldn’t want to say anything just to hurt you out of anger. after he cooled off he would come back and be willing to re-examine whatever had caused the issue with fresh eyes. 

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

if you’ve watched ethan ever, you know that the sweet bby doesn’t remember shit (cue the instagram live thats purpose was to help him remember a word)- but listen. i think that ethan would go out of his way to hold on to little pieces of information about his s/o, and would put so much effort into trying to remember little details. he’d store them in his brain (things like your favorite flower, the brand of chocolate you like best, etc) and reference them when he needed. 

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

a couple moments would stick out to ethan - when y’all first met being his favorite. he’d remember every detail of the moment he was first introduced to you; what you were wearing, where you were, what y’all had been doing that night. it was something that he though about a lot, actually- he loved to reflect on the way you’d blushed as he’d introduced himself, how you’d hugged him at the end of the night. 

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

ethan isn't possessive, but he is incredibly protective of you. he secretly hates whenever someone flirts with you, even if it’s strictly platonic- you're his s/o, and he doesn't want anyone thinking any different. like i said earlier (reference letter j), ethan wouldn’t be afraid to step in and put someone in their place of they were getting a little too friendly. he likes when you’re protective of him as well, even if its something very subtle to show that he’s spoken for, such as calling him a nickname or dropping a kiss on his cheek.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

romantic ethan my belOVED- he would try so hard. ethan would plan surprises for you for weeks before they would unfold, even roping your family and friends into his schemes. He’d be so creative with date ideas too; picnics, art classes, different seasonal excursions around california. For bigger occasions like anniversaries, holidays, birthdays and all that, ethan wouldn’t hesitate to go bigger- i definitely think he would take you traveling. he wants to see the world with his love :,)

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

ethan bites his nails, which is why he’d had you paint them- he’s trying to break the habit

he’s a very sweary human, but so are you; the only issue is he has no filter and accidentally swears in front of kids all the time lmao

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

eh. ethan is more particular about certain aspects of his appearance over others, but he’s generally well put together. he likes for his hair to look good, though- that’s the one thing that he’s picky about. 

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

ethan is his own person and is able to function on his own, but the two of you have developed a sense of codependency with each other, like any couple does. he can’t see his life without you at all anymore, and would much rather have you around than not. the two of you have fallen into a flow together- you and him against the world. life is much easier when you have another person on your team, and he’s honored that he gets to play that role for you. 

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

(this may or may not be a lil hint to a fic i'm working on shshhshshhhhhhhh)

on the night unus annus ended, ethan was a wreck - rightfully so

he had a bit of an existential crisis , and started to spiral a bit

you were worried about him , and knew that he would just continue to get into his own head

so you got him out of bed

and took him on a v special date

thats all for now ;)

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

ethan wouldn't like smoking (nicotine), and if that was a habit that you were willing to budge on, he would really try to help you break it. 

overall, ethan is a very considerate and kind person, so someone that was rude or had a sense of entitlement just wouldn’t fit well with him.

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

ethan can’t fall asleep without background noise. his brain gets too loud when he’s just in bed in complete silence, for better or for worse; sometimes this leads to great video ideas or new concepts for the channel, but other times it just lead to him overthinking his life. when it was that kind of night, ethan would fall asleep to soft music or one of those white noise apps- then he became dependent on it to be able to fall asleep. something about filler noise managed to calm him right down and lull him to sleep, and he pays $5 a month for the premium version of his favorite white noise app.

[xenolithium]

For the ship meme I’m curious to know what you think RusIta would be like <:

Who reaches out to new neighbors?

I mean, Ivan attempts to reach out to the neighbors all the time. Are his attempts successful? Well, that's another story entirely. He does look particularly intimidating afterall. Luckily though, his boyfriend is the sweetest, happiest little bean anyone could ever ask for. So through Feliciano, he's able to talk to people and get to know them a bit better. There's just something about Feli's presence that calms people's nerves. Maybe it's his ever happy-go-lucky attitude or that cute face, we'll never know.

Who remembers to buy healthy food?

Feliciano loves and I mean, loves to cook. So he's probably doing all the grocery shopping. Not that Ivan doesn't ever get time in the kitchen. They help each other all the time and Ivan's particularly good at assisting in chopping vegetables or washing the dishes. He's very helpful when he wants to be. They'll both somehow end up humming while they cook or swaying to whatever tune they conjure up. Suffice to say, they are very happy together in the kitchen.

Who remembers to buy junk food?

Ivan, he has a pretty big sweet tooth and sometimes when shopping at the grocery store he can't resist the cute packaging and the delicious treats laying in wait, just inside. Feliciano also likes sweet things, but more likely than not, he just makes it himself.

Who fixes the oven when it breaks?

Ivan, because 99% of the time, Feli somehow makes it worse. Not that he can't fix things, but he'll add something more which ends up conjuring another problem. Ivan gets straight to the point when he's tasked with doing something, on the other hand.

Who waters the plants/feeds their pets?

Ivan has a lot of plants, more plants than anyone would think possible for one person to have. Which he takes amazing care of; Feli has a cat, which he forgets to feed. So in the end, Ivan does that too, even though Gattino kinda hates him.

Who wakes up earlier?

Ivan, since Feliciano likes to sleep in. Plus Ivan can't make him breakfast in bed every morning if Feli is up first. He also needs to water the plants, feed the cat and then watch his boyfriend sleep. Wait, you didn't see that last one.

Who makes the bed?

Neither really bother making the bed unless guests are over or they just washed the sheets. But usually that entails them cuddling together naked under warm, clean sheets so it's not made for very long.

Who makes the coffee?

Ivan will make the first cup and then Feli will make the second, third and fourth. Depending on what kind of day it is, like a meeting early in the morning. But Ivan always makes breakfast and that includes coffee.

Who burns breakfast?

Neither of them, they're both good cooks who know what they're doing in the kitchen. Even a normally easily distracted Feli remembers not to turn away from the stove when in the middle of cooking.

How do they let each other know they're leaving the house?

Feliciano will announce it loudly, even if it's only for a couple minutes like leaving to take out the trash. For longer trips he'll always pepper a few kisses on Ivan's face, tugging him to bend down so he can do so. But most of the time, these longer trips aren't as long as one would think because Ivan somehow always ends up finding an excuse to be next to him again.

Ivan gets very pouty, sort of like a child that isn't getting his way. He doesn't want to go and he'll pull every card in the book, not to. But eventually he'd relent and give Feliciano lots of cuddles and kisses like he'll never see him again, even if that couldn't be further from the truth. He's a little over dramatic.

How do they greet each other when one of them comes home?

It depends on how long the outing was for Feliciano. Just half a day? Then he'll be pretty casual about it. He'll keep cooking, or doing whatever he was doing prior to when Ivan showed up and wait for him to walk into the room, before giving him a friendly smile and waving him over for a kiss. Which will cause Ivan to pout because that wasn't what he wanted, sitting there like a big sad dog, begging for attention until Feli puts down his cooking utensils and turns to give him it. If it was a longer trip, then Feli would greet him at the door and kiss him in greeting right away.

Ivan is always happy to see him, no matter how long he took. He'll give him the biggest bone crushing, teddy bear hug and hang off of him to get some much needed affection.

Who brings home little gifts more often?

Ivan, he buys him whatever cute things he can find and afford. It gets to a point where Feli has to reassure him that he loves him regardless of how many things he brings him, because he realizes it's done out of Ivan's own insecurities that he keeps going to such an extreme.

Who picks the movie for movie night?

Usually Feliciano will pick it since Ivan says he doesn't care what movie they watch. But then he'll make comments throughout the movie about why it sucks, especially if it's a Hollywood movie. And Feli will begin to question his choice, but when asked, Ivan will insist it's perfectly fine.

Their favorite kind of movie to watch?

Romance for sure, Ivan likes animated movies a lot though as well like Disney.

Who first suggests a pillow fort?

They're both just as likely as the other to suggest doing this. It's a perfect opportunity to cuddle and talk while doing something cute and cozy. Usually they'll have a star projector underneath the covers as well.

Who falls asleep first?

Feliciano, usually because Ivan doesn't want to fall asleep first. He likes to listen to the sound of his boyfriend's soft and slow breathing. Thinking about how happy he is now with someone in his life and how great it is to actually fall asleep next to someone. He'd snuggle up against Feli's back, take in the scent of his hair, the feeling of his body and let the knowledge that he's there lull him to sleep.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

Ivan is the big spoon, mostly because it'd be awkward the other way around due to their size difference. But also because he likes being the big spoon. Feli tries to switch it up but either Ivan denies him or crushes his arm with his weight and they end up switching back again.

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WIP Wednesday #12

Set shortly after Percy and Jason meet in freshman year of high school (14/15 years old). Content warnings for domestic violence, child neglect and abuse, alcoholism and food insecurity.

"That's horrifying. You know that's horrifying, right? Please tell me you know that's horrifying." 

Sally hears Percy's voice before she gets to the kitchen. She's heard it like that before, and it never means anything good. 

She makes her footfalls heavier so that the boys aren't startled by her approach. She's ready to appear in the doorway and smile like she didn't hear a thing and ask them how their studying is going and if they'd like a snack— but Percy cuts her off before she can even open her mouth. 

"Can Jason borrow you for a second? I'm trying to prove a point." 

She looks at the two of them, textbooks and notepads and mechanical pencils spread out on the table. From the work on the paper, they haven't done much more than they had the last time she checked in, an hour or so ago. 

Percy's frenetic, though he's trying to hide it. She doesn't know Jason all that well yet, but he's sitting very still, and she gets the feeling he's holding something in, too.

"If he'd like to, certainly." She rinses out her mug and puts on the kettle, her back to them so that Jason has a second to think about it. "Hot cocoa or tea?" 

When she turns around, his face has changed. Not by much, but she can see a tiny shade of nervousness. 

"Cocoa, please. Thank you." 

He's almost painfully polite, much more so than a fourteen year old boy should be in such a casual setting. She keeps hearing her son in her head, and tries not to speculate on what he found horrifying. 

"It really wasn't that bad." 

"I'm gonna make the cocoa." Percy gets up from the table in an explosive movement. "Because otherwise, I'm just gonna interrupt you every two seconds to tell you that it was worse than you're making it out to be."

Jason rolls his eyes, but it makes him relax a little, too. 

"I never said the whole thing wasn't bad, just that I didn't suffer. All of the really terrible parts happened to Thalia, not me. She made sure of that." 

Percy makes an indignant noise. There's a picture starting to form in Sally's head, patchworking together from the pieces she already has, and she doesn't like it. 

"You don't have to say anything until you're ready, sweetheart." 

She doesn't even think about it. It's second nature with Percy's friends by now. Jason, she reminds herself, has only been around for four months; his eyes widen, like it's the first time anyone has ever called him that. 

Maybe it is. Maybe that's why he's so nervous. 

Percy clatters around behind them. She can hear the kettle starting to rumble and the soft exhalation from across the table. 

"It seriously wasn't," Jason repeats, like he's trying to assure himself more than Sally. 

She can remember thinking the same thing, going through the same process, telling herself that at least her first husband only used his fists. 

"Tell her what you told me," Percy insists over the clinking of the spoon as he stirs the cocoa. 

Jason meets Sally's eyes, with a vulnerability she hasn't seen him wear so plainly.

"I don't know how much Thalia's said about it. I'd assume not a whole lot. There's stuff she still won't tell me, either." 

"She's trying to protect you." Percy puts Jason's mug across from him and takes his seat again. "And she's allergic to sharing her anxieties, for a much better reason than I thought." 

"It's a habit. She was maybe nine years old, tops, when she started shoving it all down." Jason frowns, running his fingers over the handle of his mug. "I didn't have a clue how bad it actually was, because she hid it from me. All I knew was that when Mom was gone for a while, we'd play a game where we'd hunt for all of her empty bottles and cans, and Thalia would let me win and take us to the gas station and buy me a snack as a prize so I wouldn't whine at her while she was getting the rest of our groceries." 

There aren't really any good possibilities in a situation like this, but Sally's heart still plummets into her gut. 

"He thought it was fun," Percy mutters darkly. "Like a field trip where he got treats, instead of his third-grade sister stealing, skipping meals and collecting booze receptacles to exchange for coin deposits because their mom was too busy getting plastered to feed them and their dad cared more about his reputation than the welfare of his children."

There are a million things she could say, including every word that's come out of Percy's mouth so far. He's looking at her, weighed down by the same helpless rage he often carries when they talk about things like this. She feels it too, just as bitterly, though she's no longer apt to show it on her face like that.

"That's awfully young to be left on your own," she tells Jason, taking his hand. She can feel her eyes stinging as he squeezes back, hard, his jaw held tense. "And kids notice. It was hard on you, too, even if you didn't know why." 

She feels Percy grab her free hand under the table. She'd tried everything she could think of to shelter him— and all he learned from it was how to keep his own secrets from her. 

If she hadn't found his stash of concealer and powder, she'd never have known he'd somehow learned the same trick she used. If he hadn't walked in on her with the palettes in her hands and tears streaming down her face, he never would have known it wasn't just him.

They don't keep secrets anymore. It's terrifying, but it's worth it; with honesty comes trust, and now Percy doesn't try to hide when something's wrong. At least not with her. 

"Sometimes I wonder if that's why she's so tiny." Jason stares into his cocoa, still holding onto Sally's hand. "I don't think I went to bed hungry more than once or twice. Thalia used to do it all the time. She'd tell me she ate while I was asleep, and since I was, like, two, I didn't know any better but to believe her." 

Suddenly, Sally understands why Thalia was crying so hard.

("He's gotten so tall— I couldn't feel his ribs—")

She can still vividly remember staring at the cupboards while her little boy clawed at her leg, realizing there wasn't enough for them both and she was still two days away from getting paid. She went that long once, and only broke her fast because she fainted at work. 

Her manager— one of the rare good ones she'd had— had kept her clocked in, hauled ass across the street to buy her a peanut butter milkshake and made her sit in his office and rest for the remainder of her shift. After that, he worked hard to push through the promotion that the store manager kept finding excuses to avoid, and with it came enough of a pay raise that she didn't have to do it more than once or twice a month. 

She'd been twenty-four at the time. Thalia wasn't even in double digits, apparently.

"I'm okay, Ms. Jackson. It was a long time ago." 

She realizes she's tearing up only when Jason cuts through her thoughts. He's smiling, and he really does look healthy and cared for, if a little coltish.

"Honey." She lets go of his hand to grip his shoulder, her grip almost as tight as her throat. "I'm not your teacher. I'm a friend who wishes she could go back in time and adopt you. Please call me Sally." 

It lightens the mood like a match illuminating total darkness. Jason slumps in the chair with a breathless laugh, glancing nervously at her. 

"It's a hard habit to break, but I'll try." 

She wants nothing more than to pull him into a hug, but she doesn't want to spook him. She smiles back at him instead, as warmly as she can possibly manage.

"Trying at all is something to be proud of." 

-Untitled WIP from Sally's POV! stellarverse AU, shortly after Jason and Percy meet freshman year of high school. Some additional excerpts of published fics for context below the cut.

On the one hand, it makes him giddy to expose Jason to unconditional parental support, but on the other, the fact that he has to go to Percy's parents for that support because he can't get it from his own is spittle-frothingly rage-inducing. 

When they're at home, the only thing they have to worry about is not getting too handsy in front of the baby or scarring Percy's parents for life, or at most, doing the dishes because Jason felt it was his duty as guest. He'd vehemently insist, saying it was the only way he could think of to express his gratitude, which would make Percy's mom tear up and hug him tight and tell him that being good to her firstborn was all the thanks she needed. 

She's always liked Jason, and she's always worried about him, too. She's certainly heard enough of Percy's ranting to stay on top of the situation, and was already known for remembering everything she's ever been told about someone's tragic backstory. Jason, like most of Percy's friends, was desperately lacking that energy in his life, and by the third visit he'd given her a rundown of his entire life history. 

I feel like I can tell her anything, he'd said to Percy later, thrown off his game by a particularly raw word-vomit. Every bit of it is massively unfair–that Jason's stepmother takes out her anger over her spouse's infidelity on the children who'd had no choice in being born, that his father didn't care enough about him to do anything more than show up once or twice a month and give him a blistering, vaguely threatening lecture, that his mother had barely even remembered he existed, and only by enough to make herself look more pitiable. 

Most upsetting of all was that his sister–seven or eight years old then–had essentially been forced to parent him through toddlerhood by herself, because no one else was paying enough attention to stop a two-year-old from trying to give himself a lip piercing with a stapler. Half the time, nobody else was paying enough attention to feed him, either.

It makes Percy want to throw something out a window. Fortunately for everyone, while she's in agreement, his mom has a lot more experience in channeling her anger productively than he does, and isn't prone to agitating herself into letting it boil over. She focuses instead on making her apartment the coziest, homiest place she possibly can, on showering Jason with all of the maternal adoration and pride he'd been missing out on, and letting him know he could show up on her doorstep at three in the morning without notice and she'd welcome him inside with open arms and a mug of hot tea. 

- I Guess You're Just What I Needed

Thalia had made a game out of collecting the recyclables strewn over the floor, which just meant that she'd cheer him on and make a huge celebratory fuss when he found something plastic. The glass and aluminum were 'big-kid stuff', so she didn't have to worry about him hurting himself on sharp edges or hard surfaces; she diverted his desire to be just like her by pretending his contributions were heavier, so he could feel like he was helping. 

She'd gather them all up in a little red wagon and take Jason to the convenience store down the street to exchange their loot for deposits. His job had been putting the plastic in the machine, one at a time, while she held him up so he could reach. They'd put the change in a coffee can, already rattling with whatever bills and coins she'd found in the mess of the apartment, and use it to re-load the wagon with as much prepackaged, shelf-stable food as it would get them. 

Sometimes, they'd get someone nice behind the counter who asked where their parents were and went thin-lipped when she tried to deflect it by lying that their mother had a migraine, and they'd end up with twice as much food as they had money for. Those trips always made Thalia more nervous, and she'd tended to startle every time the doorbell rang for at least a week afterwards. 

Back then, the routine felt normal, even pleasant; he learned quickly to associate it with a full belly and a feeling of safety. Like so many of his scars, he hadn't realized how deep it was until he related the story in the Jackson-Blofis kitchen, Sally's eyes filling with tears as she took his hand and squeezed until it hurt.

-We Should Have Each Other With Cream, chapter 11

See also my "thundersibs" tag.

[thewolfisawake]

❣️ Bird kids

SEND ME ❣️ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…     [   VOL. 2   ]

Who is the little spoon?

Noita more often than not. Mainly because Amara is the kind that's just...come behind and hug them. And he's just so cuddly and usually is the one that initiates it. And by this time, Noita just accepts their fate. Except in summer because it gets super hot because of Amara's feverishly warm skin.

Who sings in the shower?

Amara probably. I could see him doing it. Whatever songs come to mind. To which, Noita usually pauses whatever they're doing to listen in for a bit. He has a pretty nice voice so why wouldn't they?

Who plays pranks on the other?

I don't see them as the type to really play pranks on each other. It's not something Noita would think of with Amara. And Amara I don't think has it in him to be mean-spirited with Noita. That and lot of pranks involve catching unaware the like....and Amara is a little 'when is Noita ever not aware???'

Who is the one who listens to pop music?

Amara. I think he likes all kinds of music so pop would be in there. And leave it to him to have it in the house where Noita will inevitably be stuck with the earworm too. I see Amara has it on when he cooks so it's just like white noise but sometimes he'll pull Noita to dance with him.

Who brings the other a random cup of joe?

Both, actually. I see Amara as kind of he just automatically just thinks of two for everything he's doing. As such, if he's getting a drink, he also has one for Noita. For Noita, it's like a small thing of affection for them? Unlike their culinary stuff, making something to drink is something they're decent at. So it is something presentable for Amara so that's what they'll go for for just...being affectionate without words.

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night?

Weirdly, I don't think they're a movie going sort of couple. They're more of an active kind, not like going running or whatever for a date. But more of, they would prefer to do something where they could be out and about or at the very least be able to converse freely.

But I can see they tried out movie night and someone kept distracting the other from the movie. Enough so that they have ducked out the movie early.

Who is more likely to feed the other in public?

Neither really? It just doesn’t come off as something they do as much.

Who gives the other random little compliments?

Amara. Since Noita does so much teasing, it is only fair that he gets to fluster them too. And he’s long since found out that sweet words work so very well. Plus he’s a bit of ‘where’s the lie though?’ when complimenting his Songbird. 

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate?

Noita. Although it’s less of stealing and more of eating it when Amara’s nearing tapping out on a meal. They are a waste not sort of person so they’ll just start eating from his plate if he seems like he won’t finish. Which has led to times where it was just stealing food since Amara was definitely still gonna eat that. 

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car?

Ahhhhh, I don’t know how this comes so often but...is either even licensed? Like because of where Noita works/travels, they don’t need to drive. Amara is not technologically challenged but stinted so I don’t see him driving either. So neither???

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping?

Noita. They weirdly know everything in like recipes that is cooked in their home but do not know how to actually cook it. So this is the least they can do. It has gotten complaints from Amara before because Noita usually does shopping before returning home. And it’s a combination of not wanting Noita to have to do all the errand stuff and wanting to make the trip with them. I think he likes the novelty and domesticity of going out with his SO for bread and eggs. 

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick?

Amara. Since he is much less likely to get sick, it falls onto Noita getting sick. The problem is that Noita is fairly good at hiding they are sick. So Amara has had to get better at knowing the symptoms and checking them to catch them. And when he does...it’s hugging Noita down to rest or just straight up lifting them up and hauling them to bed. And when sure of them being asleep, then Amara gets the food and medicine for them to take because once in bed, it’s so much easier. 

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules?

Ha.......neither.

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room?

Amara! He seems to just like the little things in life so a random dance is not outside his wheelhouse. And Noita can’t just say no to him. Look at his face, how can you say no to that? So it usually starts off with a bit of reluctance and dragging but by the end there’s laughter or hearts filling the air. 

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late?

I don’t think that’s much of a problem for either of them. 

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name?

Noita. They do have tattoos, they do. However they wouldn’t really get his name since it’s just not their style. But they would get something that reminds them of him like a feather or small birds or flames. No one would think anything of their request but they know and that’s all that matters. Can see it as their little reminder of what waits at the end of their trials as a hunter or something to carry on. 

[nabesthetics]

Asrastor for the pairing meme, please?

Oooo been a while since I did anything with them, so 'tis about time

Who is the little spoon?

Asra strikes me more as a big spoon, but Alastor is more of an arm-grabbing gremlin, so most of the time they end up cuddling facing each other instead (or with the dragon on top because he doesn't care if it's uncomfortable).

Who sings in the shower?

Asra does, though not often.

(Tbh Alastor is just too self-conscious about his singing voice. He's good at quiet, soft singing, but his voice breaks when he tries to be louder. Though it could get much better with some practice…)

Who plays pranks on the other?

They are both prankster magicians, though they do prefer to be a "double trouble" couple to everyone else rather than each other. Prime targets: Julian (softer/lighthearted pranks) and Valerius (meaner pranks because screw that guy).

Who is the one who listens to pop music?

I don't think either of them do, though Asra is more likely to because he's a "whatever goes" kind of person. If it came up on random Spotify playlist, sure why not.

Who brings the other a random cup of joe?

Neither, because Asra is a tea person and Alastor is Banned from having coffee.

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night?

Still Alastor because he's a cheesy romantic like that, though similar to Dragoat they end up making out in the middle of the movie a lot. Sometimes Asra falls asleep.

Who is more likely to feed the other in public?

They both do it, Asra maybe a bit more often that Al because Asra really wants to help Alastor catch up on the lost years and he looks adorable when he's excited about some new food. Happens especially often on their travels, "oh check this out" kind of thing in some local markets.

Who gives the other random little compliments?

Asra, though he's more subtle and tone-sensitive about it, so they don't make Alastor uncomfortable.

They are both very much into encouraging and praising each other.

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate?

Asra might be the only human alive who can kinda sorta match Alastor's weird taste perception (that doesn't include poisonous insects but those are generally not found on a plate) so they can actually steal Alastor's food without too much risk involved.

So they both do it to tease each other, really.

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car?

Neither really needs it, but on field trips Asra is more likely to drive because while Alastor owns a more suitable vehicle, he opts out of driving whenever possible (he's a bit anxious about it).

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping?

Still Alastor because he's responsible like that... but a lot of their shopping is unplanned and thus list-less, resulting in some very random purchases.

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick?

Both, though neither get sick much and "taking meds" usually sums up to some good ol' magic brews/teas/soups.

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules?

Neither watch or care about them much, oops.

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room?

Asra, though it's more of a soft initiation rather than "pulling". More likely to happen with slow dancing because they're soft like that.

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late?

Alastor is the punctual one again. No, Asra, time is not an illusion and we definitely should be going right now!! a!!!

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name?

Both of them are rational enough to not do something like that, thankfully. Besides, Asra already has a glowing magic mark that very much reminds him about Alastor, no extra additions needed.