#i wanna bask in the environment

[buuniebaby]

HOME TO ME - HAMZAH X LATINA!READER 🎀

hiii! first of all i wanna make a quick note - very sorry for the inconsistency in posting for a few days. ive been struggling with writers block and summer bedrotting is getting to me a lil. 😓😓

there were A LOT of drafts of this fic that i picked up and then didn’t like. a big part of that is that i really wanted to make a fic that hits sort of close to home, and that’s what this one is to me! i was born in nicaragua and moved to the us at a young age, so this fic is based off of my experiences relating to that, even down to little things like my parents and their broken english lol. i still tried to make it pretty ambiguous to other latin-american countries, so I hope it isn’t too specific. it took me a long time to write, but im really happy with the way it came out after a day or two of really thinking about it.

this fic includes: lots of fluff, then it gets nasty. mirror sex, nothing too rough 🤗

wc: 3.4k

Your childhood summers haven’t changed since the last time you stepped foot here, even though it feels like it’s been lifetimes. you’re home, and you’ve brought your boyfriend along with you this time.

the sun shines down on you, a little too hot for your liking. it’s a lot hotter down here than the canadian weather you’re used to. it’s different, but comforting at the same time. what really makes the biggest change is the sight of your boyfriend, rays of sunlight beaming down on him, framing his curls perfectly. it makes you feel at home just as much as being here does.

the air is warm and sticky, thick with remnants of a heavy rain. sweat clings to areas of exposed skin, dampening his shirt collar and hair with a sweat.

you don’t think you’ve loved the latin-american summer as much as you have seeing hamzah bask under it.

showing your boyfriend around your home country feels like the world around you is unreal. it’s like two universes colliding - ones that probably shouldn’t coexist.

one of the things that really makes you feel like you’re out of your own body is walking down the same road that baby-you walked down to get to school. if you could’ve told your middle school self that you bagged a man this bad she would’ve forgiven you for not marrying her celebrity crush.

and the food is what really gets you - the flavor of nostalgia mixing with the taste of your boyfriend’s lips is an otherworldly sensation. although you can’t get him too full yet; that’s a job for your family.

speaking of your family - hamzah is terrified.

he tries looking extra nice at first. he wants to make a good impression, just like you’ve told him to - it’s why he’s surprised you’re bursting out in laughter seeing him walk out in full black tie attire.

“you don’t have to dress like you’re going to a wedding, hamzah-“ you giggle when he speaks over you, trying to defend himself.

“you told me to look nice, and we’re going to a dinner, y’know-“ he rambles, but catches himself. “and you’re wearing a dress!”

you roll your eyes, giving him a dead stare. “this a a sundress, hamzah. it’s not like.. fancy.” he looks at you blankly back. it’s like there’s not a single thought behind his eyes.

after your criticism and a lot of banter, you’ve got him dressed up more.. how you would have envisioned. he’s got those glasses on - the ones he usually edits with. and god, he looks good. he’s paired those with a polo shirt and a nice pair of jeans; he looks nice, presentable, but not over the top.

you’re knocking on the door while he almost shyly stands behind you before you know it. it takes a good few seconds for you to receive any sort of response, but you’re used to it. once someone eventually comes to the door, you’re greeted with the sound of children squealing in the background and music playing off a speaker - the loud environment you’re most used to.

you think you can see hamzah sweating.

your mom greets you with two little cheek kisses, as always, then smothers you into a hug. “muy linda,” she presses another kiss to your forehead, “mi alma.” she eventually finishes her ramblings about how beautiful you are and how much she’s missed you, then pauses as she pulls back. hamzah flinches.

she’s eyeing him down, eyebrows furrowed with a hand on her hip. It’s the death glare - one you know very well. if he wasn’t sweating before he definitely is now, and you’re even close to breaking into one.

hamzah doesn’t even have time to panic before her angry demeanor snaps into laughter. she’s giggling at the way his smile had dropped, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him into that same little cheek kiss. he stumbles when she does it, not knowing what to do; an anxious fluster of sorts.

she pulls away looking at you, and her giggles turn into straight-up laughter.

“he look at me so scared.. he like, ‘i already messed up!’” she says, still laughing, now imitating hamzah’s flustered appearance. her English is slightly broken, as you expected, but it’s the way she tries for you is what really counts. she’s putting in the effort. you laugh with her, but not really at what she’s saying - it’s the way she’s already made herself comfortable around your boyfriend.

“y tu eres el novio, verdad?” your father says, pointing at hamzah, managing to creep up behind your mother without you even noticing. “you going to marry her?”

you awkwardly laugh at your father and how weird he has to make things, but that’s just how your family is. hamzah doesn’t mind it, he understands - nonchalantly smiling, looking down at you as he replies with a quick “hope so.”

you giggle back, but your smile is genuine - you know he’s serious about what he just said. “maybe one day.” you continue for him.

you two enter your house and he’s already being crowded by relatives of yours. he’s introducing himself to one of your tías when he feels something tugging on the leg of his pants, startling him. he looks down only to see your baby cousin staring up at him, big beady eyes and an open mouth, almost like he’s some sort of god.

around an hour later, hamzah is about a beer and two plates of food in to the family function. he’s sitting on the floor, a doll in his hand, playing with that same prima from before. you’re not even sure if they’re communicating, if that baby can even speak any language yet, but whatever they’re doing hamzah.. seems to be enjoying himself.

it’s funny, but it’s sweet at the same time, watching your boyfriend like this. it makes you think of your future together. marrying him, taking him into your family - even watching him play with your little prima makes you fall ill with baby fever. he would be an amazing girl dad.

by the end of the night, hamzah is starting to get a little bit plastered, and your mom is already calling him mijo. you’re trying to teach him how to dance to your country’s music (which he surprisingly happens to not be bad at) while also trying to sneak a few drinks yourself. you’re running back to the bathroom when your mom catches you, pulling you aside for a second.

you tilt your head at her, confused. you’re hoping this isn’t what you’ve been nervous about the whole night - you really, really don’t want a “we don’t like this boy” talk.

instead, she smiles, which wipes away most of your worry, but you’re still staring at her reluctantly.

“te vas a casar con este chico.” she mutters, smiling. she might be a little drunk herself from the way she’s talking, but you know there’s a truth to her words. you smile back a small grin, but it means more to you than what appears - your man is locked in. even your mom agrees, he’s the one.

thank the lord.

the party dies down after a while, baby cousin and older relatives drifting off to their bedrooms one by one. you somehow find yourself sitting on your parent’s couch, cuddled up in a blanket next to hamzah. you’re both a little tipsy, what you would say is fine enough to drive, but you already know your mother will argue against you.

“y’wanna get out of here too?” hamzah whispers, voice deep and soft in your ear.

“mhmm.” you say, comfortable in his arms. “wanna stay here for a second though.”

hamzah doesn’t complain, gently rubbing your shoulder underneath the blanket with his forefinger and thumb. it’s domestic, a gentle touch, and it makes you feel warm inside.

“was cute seeing you play with my prima.” you mumble, smiling to yourself at the memory. he laughs when he picks up on what you’re talking about.

“I don’t really think I understood what was going on like, that whole time.” he begins to ramble. “I think her barbies were like, beefing and shit.” he says, smiling down at you when he sees the way you light up with laughter.

“if we ever like, get married, i wanna have a girl.” you say. he’s quick to rebut you.

“that’s not how it works.” he argues back, stupidly.

“well then, like, we just have more.” you say, the mix of alcohol and sleepiness not giving you the energy to seriously discuss this with him. “you’d make a good girl dad, i think.”

he smiles at that comment. he’s seen it around on tiktok and other social media. he thinks it’s cute, and suddenly the idea of marriage and knocking you up doesn’t seem so scary to him. that gentle touch on your shoulders is moving down to your hips before you know it. you’re both aware that you can’t do anything on your family couch, but you know the intention behind his grip.

“i think you’d be a good boy mom.” he says back. “i could see you like, teaching him how to cook and stuff. i think if you had a baby boy he would be like, really respectful, not like brain-rotted.” you laugh at the stupidity of his comments.

“i think if you raised a boy, he would end up going down like, the alt right pipeline, and start watching andrew tate clips on youtube shorts.”

you both laugh at that - it’s obvious that you’re joking now, but you still enjoy the deprecating banter.

“if my kid doesn’t reach alpha male status, im sending his ass to the frontlines.”

you continue your painfully stupid chatter, not paying attention to how dark it’s getting.

your mother eventually creeps up to you, and you take it as a sign that you should probably start making your way out.

after saying your final goodbyes to your family members who are still standing awake, you’re making your way out the door. after a few cheek kisses and repeatedly denying the “no cab? you sure?” from your mom, you two are on the way back to your hotel.

hamzah’s hand is on your thigh as he drives. it’s another domestic touch that drives you crazy. the little things are really getting to you tonight.

“you’re good with kids.” you mumble, letting your thoughts out with no warning.

“yeah?” is all hamzah says, keeping his eyes on the road and his hand on your thigh.

“yeah.” you repeat back in a breathier tone.

“im not getting you pregnant right now, if that’s what you’re asking.” he mutters, still focused on the road. “I’ll cum inside you, but I can’t handle a baby yet-”

“hamzah!” you nearly yell. “i don’t mean- i mean yeah, that’s a part of it, but like- i guess you’re just like-“ you stutter, trying to gather your flustered self. “it’s like, a domestic thing I guess. makes me wanna settle down with you one day.”

despite how nonchalant he’s acting, he gets exactly what you’re saying.

“yeah. y’know, that little sundress you’re wearing?” hamzah starts, eyes tearing off the road for a second. “that’s like, wife shit.”

you giggle at the way he says it, but you’re flattered at the intention.

“kinda surprised you liked it that much. feel like guys think sundresses are just like, skin-tight skims dresses.”

“you look fucking hot in it, are you serious? like shit, maybe i will just get you pregnant if you’re wearing that.” hamzah pauses for a moment, looking over at you while your eyes widen. “i’m joking. by the way.” you let out a soft “aww,” making a soft smile creep onto his face.

“you don’t have to tonight. i’m joking.” you smile up at him. “but i do miss the feeling of you inside me.” you can tell that you’re at least getting to him a little bit; he’s starting to get riled up.

“duh,” he says, jokingly, but his tone changes with his next words. “ill cum all over that fuckin’ dress if you really want me to.”

there’s the hamzah you were looking for.

he’s already pulling the car you two rented into the parking lot of your hotel, and you can’t even speak before the silence is interrupted with his own thoughts.

“gonna be all over you the second we get to our fucking room.” he mutters, opening his car door. as both of you get out, you can see the hard-on already somewhat formed through his pants.

you love getting him worked up like this.

checking into the room is almost painful. he stands behind you as you speak in spanish to the hotel staff, cock pressed up right against your ass. you’re stuttering as she asks you for your reservation, knowing you’re about to get fucking destroyed.

he wasn’t lying about being all over you. the minute that keycard clicks and the door is open, you’re being shoved onto the bed, hamzah crawling on top of you.

it’s a pretty hotel room - you’re taking it all in as hamzah is on top of you. huge bathroom, silky sheets, relatively good size, yet there’s one thing that sticks out to you. there’s a long mirror, placed at the side of the bed.

it’s the perfect place to get fucked in front of.

you don’t even think hamzah has taken a glance at the architecture around him from the way he’s locked in on your body. you feel his hands gravitate against different areas of your body, resting on your hips, grabbing the soft flesh through your dress. he places a soft, warm kiss to your lips, but continues with a harsher, more sloppy one. it only continues on your neck, biting and kissing down to your collarbone.

he keeps his lips in a certain place for a second, and you already know you’re going to be covering up dark spots on your neck tomorrow.

“pretty,” is all he mumbles when he pulls off, moving down to add yet another bite to your neck.

he pulls the top of your sundress down a little bit, straps going over your shoulders. it’s just enough to free your bra, which he pulls off even quicker.

his mouth is all over your tits before you know it - as expected. he’s sucking at them, licking at the nipple while the other hand fondles the soft flesh around. you can feel him getting harder against your thigh, which you didn’t even think was possible at this point.

you can tell he’s getting frustrated with how fucking tight his pants are getting, cock getting harder by the second. he quickly unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles - he’s a little too horny to take the effort to fully pull them down. when he pulls off his boxers he lets out a sigh, letting his cock free.

you readjust to do the same, pulling at the straps of your dress, but hamzah stops you, a large hand covering yours.

“want you to keep it on.”

yes sir.

you pull the straps back up to where they should regularly be, wearing your sundress like normal, just braless. hamzah takes a minute to catch his breath, but it’s hard when you’re under him looking like that. he takes in his surroundings a little bit more as he calms down, finally noticing the mirror to his side. you can tell by the look on his face that he’s got the same idea as you.

his focus lands back on you when he turns back to look you in the eyes, gently stroking himself. his hips roll softly into his hand, pumping himself loosely in his fist. he takes his other hand and pulls your dress up just enough to see your underwear.

he’s too lazy to get them off your body, so he just pushes them to the side, a finger sliding between the soft lips to your entrance. it emits a gasp from you, even though you were expecting it.

“you look so fucking good from here.” he says, breathy. your brows furrow for a second, confused as to what he means by ‘from here,’ but then you realize where his eyes are pointed -

- the mirror.

you turn your head to look at it too, and god, he isn’t wrong. the way his hands strain, groping at your thighs while he grazes against your cunt. it’s hotter than you had expected, the idea of seeing yourself get destroyed from multiple angles.

he presses a finger into you, and you flinch at the feeling. it’s not long before he’s sliding another one in with it, pulling at your hips with his strong arms to bring you down to his knuckles. you’re looking at yourself in the mirror as he does it, watching as he pushes you around like a toy.

he pulls his fingers out after curling them a few times inside of you, and you protest by trying to buck up your hips up again. he pushes on your womb with big hands, forcing you down.

“s’okay baby.” he affirms you in a soft voice. “wanna fuck you now.”

he grabs you by the waist, strong enough to pick you up with just his bare hands and flip you over. he presses your bodies close together once you’re on your hands and knees, your back against his chest. he nestles his head right above your neck, the perfect spot to whisper into your ear.

“look in the mirror,” he starts, and you immediately do what he says. “watch how fucking good you look while I touch you.”

your back arches as an instinct at his words, feeling his palms glide against your hips. your vision feels hazy, but you’re still paying attention to the way he clings onto soft skin.

you let out a whine, shutting your eyes and facing down when he touches your inner thighs, but it doesn’t last long. before you can finish his hand rushes to your jaw, grabbing your face, pointing your head back to the mirror.

“told you to look at yourself, baby.”

it’s hot, the way he’s in control of you, even if it doesn’t take much to get you to submit. he kisses at your shoulder blade softly, watching your desperate expression fade into excitement. he strokes himself one last time before the tip meets your pussy.

your breath hitches when you feel him slide into you, strokes slow. it fits in you nicely, the back of your thighs pressing against his when he’s all the way in. a finger and thumb caress the skin between your ass and hips while he bottoms out.

“c’mon baby,” he says, slowly starting to drag his hips in and out of you. “move those hips.”

you can’t argue with him, doing what he says on command. you roll your hips back the same way you roll your eyes, creating a rhythm with his thrusts. it earns a moan from him.

he grips your hips while his speed up, moving in and out of you with an unforgiving pace. it’s enough to send you reeling, squealing as you struggle to keep your focus on the mirror. you can barely keep your composure, the urge to shove your head in your pillow and just let him use you stronger than ever.

“wasn’t- fuck- lying when I told you I wanna come all over that dress.” he says, struggling to get his words out. it only makes you clench around him, his words driving you to your own finish.

you’re screaming a “hamzah! can’t fucking take it-“ while he’s plowing into you, building up a well-awaited orgasm. he waits until he feels that clench-and-pulse sensation around his cock, signaling that you’ve came before he pulls out.

he doesn’t even need to touch himself to cum after seeing you like this - he lets himself go, ropes of his semen covering the floral patterns of your dress.

he basks in the sight of you for a moment, catching his breath after his orgasm. it’s a lot for him, fucking you after being pent up the whole day. overstimulating, almost. you’re just that attractive to him, poor boy can’t control himself.

he lays on top of your chest, grounding himself. the feeling of being against you bare skin is comforting to him, a sense of home that you two both find in each other. you run your hands through the curls of his hair.

that’s what he is to you - home. just like how it feels to be here.

[bbydoll18xx]

I'll Be Your Temporary Fix (Pt 4)

Paige Bueckers x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 based on this request:

Could you do a Paige x media team reader. Where Paige and reader are fake dating because Azzi is uncomfortable with the fans shipping her and Paige. Reader does it cus she owes Paige a favor (you can make something up).

Heyyy y'all I've lowkey been MIA (ya girl has been depressed lol) but here is part 4

Also Paige is so hot i wanna light myself on fire

Word Count: 1.8k

Themes: hella fluff

-----------------------------------------------------------

You had held up your end of the bargain, quite swimmingly. Paige had effectively turned you into a simpering fool, and she loved it. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t. 

Long gone were the days of running from your feelings. Paige had you tumbling head over heels, and you wanted to confess to the whole world. It was as if she had tattooed her name on your heart. 

With fake dating being no more, there was still an air of hesitation around what the two of you actually were. You were trying to avoid obsessing over the label, but it ate at you. There were so many unknowns, and you were never one to just come out with what you were actually feeling. 

Since becoming Paige’s friend, you had always relied on her to take the reigns, while you took an emotional backseat. It was just the way the dynamic was between you two.

But now Paige had been scarily quiet on what she wanted from you. 

The two of you had spent an absurd amount of time kissing since you had run back into her arms with ample apologies. Soft kisses in the morning, bathing in the glow of the sunshine of a new day. Rushed kisses in between classes in passings. Passionate, bruising kisses in the heat of the moment after Paige basks in the glory of winning yet another game. 

You were drunk on Paige’s mouth, but the inebriation was not enough to distract from the incessant questions your mind whispered at each waking moment.

So before your anxieties could overtake you once more, you had decided that you would ask Paige out on a proper date.

And so you did.

Taking a deep breath, you walk inside Paige’s apartment. It was now a familiar environment, and the homey atmosphere calms your beating heart. ‘It’s just Paige,’ your brain soothes your sympathetic nervous system, as it tries to go into overdrive. Fighting against your instincts to flee, you stroll into Paige’s bedroom with a soft smile on your face.

The tall girl had fallen asleep, and she was curled up in purple bed sheets looking as angelic as ever. Her blonde hair fanned across the pillows, and her plush bottom lip was jutting out in a precious pout that reminded you of a childs. You wanted to remember this forever. 

You tentatively sit on the edge of the bed, placing a small hand on Paige’s cheek, feeling the warm, soft skin. Your touch rouses her from her slumbers, and Paige gives you a sleepy grin as she realizes it’s you.

“Hi, baby,” she mumbles, voice husky with sleep. 

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you tease softly. “Did ya get bored waiting for me?”

Paige just chuckles, and your belly flips at the familiar sound.

“Doyoumaybewannagoonadatewithme…? you spill out, practically babbling in a desperate effort to just get it all out before you lose your courage.  

Your rapid wording flies over Paige’s still drowsy head, and she responds with a bewildered, “Huh?”

You swallow your pride once more, and with a deep breath you repeat yourself, much slower this time. “Do you want to go on a date? With me?”

Paige’s blue eyes widen, and her tongue darts out of her mouth to run across that fucking bottom lip again, and she nods. A grin is spreading across her face, and the swarm of butterflies that were assaulting your stomach a few seconds ago have flown away, leaving a wave of calm to wash over you. 

Trying to figure out where to take Paige was a whole other issue that had crept up on you. You were not used to having much control when it came to planning dates, and it had to be fucking perfect. You wanted to avoid the typical dinner and a movie routine; that was boring. Other activities would be difficult with Paige’s popularity, and you needed to evade the hoards of her adoring fans. 

You finally decide to take her go-karting. It was perfect. It appealed to her competitive edge, and it was super fun. You packed a bunch of her favorite snacks, and you were all set. 

Wiping your sweaty palms on your pants, you knock on Paige’s door to pick her up. The nerves threaten to make you turn on your heels and flee once more, but you resist. Paige opens the door with a cheesy smile that causes a visceral reaction from you. She would never not make you feel a million things all at once. She looked you up and down, a flirty expression on that beautiful fucking face of hers. 

“Lookin’ good, babe,” she murmurs, and your face heats up at the compliment. 

“You look gorgeous, P,” you declare in response, thus eliciting a similar flush that has you smirking in pride. Pulling a blush out of Paige Bueckers was always an accomplishment. 

You take her hand in yours and lead her to your car, and you allow her to connect to the aux. She looks at you in surprise. “You never let me listen to my music in your car.” 

“It’s your lucky day,” you tease with a small laugh. “I can go without Taylor Swift for a bit; this day is about you.” Paige beams, and your decision makes it all worth it.

You would kill someone just to keep that pretty smile on her face. 

You drive to the go-kart track with your right hand intertwined with Paige’s, and it was your turn to rub small circles on the back of hers. The domesticity of everything was bringing you much hope that this would all turn into more. Now that you had a taste of what it was like to belong to Paige, you knew it would be nearly impossible to give it up without a brutal fight. 

As you arrive, you’re pulled out of your thoughts by Paige’s loud gasp as she realizes what the two of you would be doing this afternoon. 

“Go-karting? Babe. I’m gonna kick your ass!” 

Her taunting just makes you laugh, and you shake your head fondly as she gets out of the car and bounds toward the door, dragging you along in faux impatience. 

The building is void of the usual busy crowd, and Paige notices the lack of people quickly. Seeing the confusion wash over her face, you explain that you pulled a few strings using your media manager status in order to have a little privacy. Paige says nothing. Instead, she pulls you in by the waist to press her lips against yours in an appreciative kiss, and you know this was the right call. You chase her lips and subconsciously go up on your tiptoes in an effort to get even closer.

The moment is interrupted as the manager of the facility walks over to where the two of you were standing, and introduces herself. She explains that you would have the place to yourselves for the next four hours, and she goes over how to work the go-karts. 

By the time the manager leaves, giving you and Paige the privacy you had wanted since arriving, Paige is bouncing on her heels in pure, child-like excitement that makes you equally as giddy. 

She bounds over to a brightly-colored purple go-kart, claiming loudly that it belonged to her, as you seat yourself in a green one. You watch her as she pulls the harness across her chest and tightens it, her tongue peeking out once more in concentration.

She was so endearing, and the feelings you were having had grown tenfold since she had originally asked you to pretend to date her just a few weeks prior. You weren’t sure if you would survive actually dating her. Just the thought made your heart feel as if it could explode at any moment. 

Your daydream is cut short by Paige who is now attempting to trash-talk you. However, her insults were hardly so, as she was having a similar issue with handling her affections for you, as well. 

“Mkay, I’ll believe it when I see it,” is all you get out before Paige is speeding away with a loud squeal and a cloud of gasoline. You barely mutter out a “fuck” before slamming your foot on the gas in a feeble attempt to catch up.

No such luck. 

Paige actually was incredible at go-karting, and her smugness had no limit. 

She walked out several hours later, one hand around yours once more and the other raised in the air, pumping her fist victoriously for the millionth time.

If it was literally anyone else, you would have felt mildly annoyed at her antics, but your fondness overtook any other possible emotions in your little love-drunk brain. 

As you climb back inside your car to head back to Paige’s, you allow yourself to study the features of the blonde, and you’re ecstatic to see the similar looks of happiness on her face. You had been counting on this day being a success. 

“I had a really fun time today. Thank you for doin’ all this for me,” Paige whispers sincerely with a flush of pink overtaking her pale skin. 

“I’d do anything for you, P,” you respond, struggling to maintain eye contact with your sudden candor. “I just don’t know where your head has been, but I’d like to be more than friends. And more than just friends who pretend to date to help their other friend,” you add with a quiet laugh.

The sheer absurdity of the situation was finally settling in. And you were hoping to be able to reap some long-term benefits of having to pretend to date Paige.

Paige places a hand on your face, cupping your cheek delicately and forcing you to gaze deep into those blue eyes. “Course I wanna be more,” she murmurs, her voice raspy from the combination of the emotions and the amount of yelling she had done earlier. “You’ve been my girl since that day in the gym when you agreed to fake date me. Now it’s just official.”

“Good,” you reply, a smug smirk engulfing your expression, and before you can say anything else, Paige is pulling you into another searing kiss.

“What are we gonna tell the team?” you ask between kisses, puffs of air leaving your swollen mouth every few seconds.

Paige shrugs. “They’ve been wanting me to try and get together with you for years. Now that I’m thinkin’ ‘bout it, I feel like Azzi made up the whole thing just so I would kiss you…” she trails off, a look of realization flitting across her face. 

A giggle escapes from your throat at the determination of Azzi Fudd to get the two of you together. And boy, were you grateful for the little scheme.

thanks so much for reading. i love you all :)

[koolkidkook]

Gratitude is the key to all abundance. Recently, I wanted to manifest money and through a tarot reading I did for myself, I was told to find nourishment in all that I already had. It made sense to me like oh yeah the life I live right now must be appreciated to, as I deserve to feel nourished in the environment I am already in and I could give that to myself by recognizing my already abundant reality. Though until just now, I didn’t truly get why my guides wanted me to bask in what I already have but I realized to achieve the abundance of money you must be on the vibration to receive it. That includes feeling, knowing and understanding that you deserve the 50k or the 100 million dollars and embodying that in every way, including the way you live your life. It’s the feeling of zero struggle. You need to be thinking and existing like you’re already abundant. And in many ways, you already are even if it doesn’t feel that way. Nobody can ever fully see the true length of their fortune because there are endless situations that needed to happen so that you could still be alive. If you’re reading this, you’re alive!!!! I’m so happy for you and fucking me too! We have been fortunate enough to make it to this moment and understand that miracles fucking happened for you to be here right now on earth still breathing, best believe you can make your own miracles! By recognizing your privilege along side whatever manifestation technique works best for you (mine are affirmations, subliminals recently, scripting, fixing thoughts and speaking to my guides), you will be able to receive whatever you fucking want! Having access to the internet you have been gifted with the cap of knowing virtually everything, it’s a blessing that you even see knowledge like this on the one place where just about anything exists! This is no coincidence babes, trust that you’re being shown this so that you can cultivate and live your life the way you want it! See your ambitions through!! Be optimistic and no, it’s doesn’t mean to be delusional, it means to see the beauty in any and every situation, that’s fucking KEY!!!! Thought I should let you know I’m ending this at 4:32AM 😏

with loveeeeeeeee babbuusayybbyyyyyy, koolkidkook! *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

I just wanna CUSS I’ve been watching Bob’s Burgers so much lately and I love it so much yalllll life is truly amazing liek wow I get to watch a show I really love right now! I get to cook and clean and use my body however I want to because I have the ability to do that! Recognize your fucking privileges dude! It will do you wonders. Gratitude is my favorite feeling. When you feel like everything is just nurturing you and being its best, with every step you take a flower blooms behind you that shall nurture the soil beneath you, it’s so satisfyingly sweet and fulfilling in every way.

[t0fuexe]

New Famer Alert - Meet Theo!

I caved and made a new farmer, this time with the intent to romance Sam and try not to fall back in Sebastian's arms. We'll see...

Sprite: - modded w/ Fashion Sense (More Hairstyles & Rural Outfitters)

SDV Portrait: - made with this

Farmer Profile 1: - made with this

Farmer Profile 2: - made with this

Drawing (by me) separate:

If you wanna learn more about Theo, keep reading below!

Theodore "Theo" Aldridge

🌿 Age: Early 20s

🌿 Birthday: Spring 17

🌿 Farm Name: Aldridge Acres (Forest Farm)

🌿 Grandfather (Late): Walter Aldridge

🌿 Mother: Fiona Aldridge

Appearance:

🌀 Hair: Vivid Indigo Blue (#3956F6) – A deep, striking shade that gives him a bold yet serene presence. HSL: (229, 90%, 60%)

🌞 Eyes: Golden Honey (#D4A249) – Warm and inviting, contrasting beautifully with his cool-toned hair. HSL: (39, 61%, 56%)

🌿 Skin: Soft Warm Beige (#EDD8BF) – A gentle, sun-kissed glow from working outdoors, but well-cared-for thanks to his skincare routine.

Personality:

A gentle soul with a heart as soft as the petals of his favorite flowers, Theo embodies warmth, kindness, and sincerity. He has an easygoing, friendly nature that makes him instantly likable, and he’s always ready to lend a hand or offer quiet support.

Deeply connected to nature, Theo finds solace in gardening, herbalism, and the beauty of crystals. He believes that plants respond to love and care, often whispering words of encouragement to his flowers as he tends to them. His fascination with crystals isn’t just for their aesthetic appeal—he genuinely believes in their energies, though he never pushes his beliefs onto others.

While Theo is usually calm and optimistic, he feels emotions deeply. He tears up at heartfelt moments, gets flustered easily when overwhelmed by kindness, and wears his heart on his sleeve. However, despite his love for the great outdoors, he has one major weakness—bugs. The sight of anything that crawls or buzzes sends him into a full panic, and he’s not above dramatically calling for help over the tiniest spider.

Hobbies & Interests:

🌿 Gardening & Herbalism – His farm is a lush paradise filled with flowers, tea plants, and herbs. He loves growing ingredients for his own herbal remedies.

🔮 Crystals & Spirituality – Whether for their energy or just their beauty, Theo adores collecting and learning about crystals.

🍵 Tea Enthusiast – He handcrafts herbal blends from his garden and always has a fresh pot brewing.

📖 Journaling & Letter Writing – He keeps a journal where he writes about his plants, dreams, and feelings.

Things Theo Loves:

Fairy Rose – His absolute favorite flower, reflecting his soft and gentle personality. 🌸

Green Tea – A soothing beverage that Theo brews himself, perfect for relaxing. 🍵

Herb (Any kind) – He loves collecting and growing herbs, whether it's Wild Horseradish, Leek, or Dandelions. 🌿

Amethyst – A crystal that Theo is particularly drawn to, both for its beauty and spiritual properties. 🔮

Tulip – A soft, beautiful flower that Theo appreciates for its elegance and calm energy. 🌷

Things Theo Dislikes:

Bug Meat – The thought of bugs makes him uncomfortable, so he definitely doesn't like any insect-related items. 🐜

Clay – It feels rough and unappealing to Theo, who values beauty and nature over things that seem wasteful or ugly. 🏺

Trash – Theo doesn’t like finding litter in his environment, especially since he cares deeply about nature. 🗑️

Oil – It feels greasy and unpleasant to him, and he avoids cooking with it when possible. 🛢️

Void Egg – There’s something about its eerie, dark energy that makes Theo uneasy. He prefers lighter, more positive things. 🥚✨

✅ Loves:

🌻 Plants & Flowers (especially wildflowers and lavender)

✨ Crystals & Gemstones (his collection is constantly growing)

🍵 Tea & Herbal Remedies (he brews tea daily)

☀️ Warm Sunlight & Gentle Breezes (he enjoys basking in the sun)

💬 Deep, Meaningful Conversations (he’s a great listener)

🧣 Soft, Cozy Clothing (loves oversized sweaters and scarves)

🌧️ Rainy Afternoons (perfect for reading and tea)

🎁 Giving Thoughtful Gifts (he remembers what people love)

🔔 The Sound of Wind Chimes (he has them all around his farm)

❌ Dislikes:

🐜 Bugs (his biggest fear—absolute panic mode)

🔊 Loud Noises & Conflict (he avoids negativity)

⏳ Being Rushed or Pressured (he works at his own pace)

❄️ Cold, Harsh People (he doesn’t do well with blunt personalities)

💦 Dry Hands (he always carries lotion)

♻️ Wastefulness (he despises seeing nature being disregarded)

Life in Stardew Valley:

🏡 His Farm: A harmonious mix of flowers, tea plants, and peaceful retreats. He decorates his land with fairy lights, crystal clusters, and wind chimes. His home is cozy and filled with dried flowers, herbal tea jars, and soft blankets.

🌿 Friendships: Theo is naturally drawn to warm and kind-hearted people. He struggles with more gruff personalities but always approaches others with patience and understanding. Even when people push him away, he still offers kindness, though rejection does sting.

🌸 Romance: A hopeless romantic at heart. Theo falls hard and fast but gets easily flustered when shown affection. Small gestures—like an unexpected flower or a sweet compliment—make his heart race. He’s drawn to kind, thoughtful partners who can handle his emotional depth and occasional scatterbrained moments.

Closest Friends in Pelican Town:

Emily ✨ – More than just a friend, Emily is Theo’s cousin, and they share a deep familial bond. They both love crystals, energy work, and unique fashion. Emily is protective of Theo, often encouraging him to embrace his gentle nature. While he’s also related to Haley, he finds it easier to get along with Emily, as Haley tends to tease him for being “too soft.”

Harvey 🏥 – Theo and Harvey are kindred spirits, both soft-spoken, caring, and introspective. They have a mutual appreciation for tea, self-care, and meaningful conversations. Harvey finds Theo’s presence calming, while Theo admires Harvey’s dedication to helping others. They both share a tendency to overthink things, often reassuring each other when anxiety gets the best of them.

Sam 🎸 – Despite their differences, Theo and Sam balance each other out perfectly. Sam’s playful, high-energy personality brings excitement into Theo’s life, pushing him to be more adventurous. In return, Theo reminds Sam to slow down and appreciate life’s small joys. Whether they’re stargazing, talking about music, or just hanging out, their friendship is effortless and full of laughter.

Sebastian 🌑 – Sebastian and Theo bond over their mutual love for quiet moments and introspective thoughts. While Theo’s gentle nature might initially seem like an odd match with Sebastian’s more rebellious and sarcastic exterior, they find a deep connection in each other’s company. They both enjoy solitude, whether it’s reading, tinkering with machines, or simply staring at the stars. Theo’s nurturing and compassionate side helps bring out a more vulnerable side of Sebastian, while Sebastian’s dry humor adds a spark to Theo’s life.

[lipstickitty]

I Wanna Be Yours

Chapter Two

800+ words

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS GO AWAY!! demon!reader, talk of death, language, cute fluffy flirty Jake

You weren’t left wondering when you’d hear from Jake for very long- he’d texted within the hour to find out when your shift was over. He truly was adorable, you thought. He just radiated warmth and he had the sweetest smile. Your human self would’ve been absolutely smitten, which is part of why you couldn’t let things get too far with him. Demon or no, you still hated the thought of taking from those who hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

So you wouldn’t take from him, you’d promised yourself. You’d be his friend, get to know him, selfishly bask in his warmth and try to provide some of your own. Better to have him as a friend than nothing at all, right?

To: Jake

‘Hi Jake! I’m done here at 6, if you still wanna meet for coffee there’s a lovely little cafe across the street!’ You added a little smiley face emoji and pressed send before getting back to work.

You finished your shift out, giggling at the thought of meeting Jake for coffee. You deposited all your work items in your locker before grabbing your purse and walking out the door, trying not to let yourself feel the disappointment of not having a message from Jake. He’d read it- maybe he’d gotten busy and forgotten to reply? Or something had come up? You tried to keep a neutral face as you trudged across the street to the cafe, thinking even if you wouldn’t have the desired company, maybe the coffee would be a nice pick me up.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment to center yourself, forcing a smile on your face as you walked in the door. What you hadn’t mentioned to Jake before was that this was a cat cafe- you come in and get your coffee, then there’s lounging areas all over the store where you can sit and cuddle all the lovable cats waiting to be adopted. You came here after almost every shift, loving the company and the environment. You found cats to be an excellent judge of character and knew they were craving love and affection just the same as you.

You walked in the front door, greeting the usual employees, and made your way to your usual spot to set your bag down. To your surprise, you were met with none other than Jake, sitting on the same couch you usually perched on, with a little tuxedo cat purring in his lap while he scratched its ears. Your heart instantly melted and you felt a twinge of guilt at being so upset he hadn’t texted back. He’d been sat here, taking in the cats’ company, sipping on a coffee and waiting on you.

“Y/n, you made it! Here, I got my drink already but I left my card up at the counter for you, order whatever you want!” He said with a bright smile, placing a small kiss on the cat’s soft forehead. Fuck, how are you supposed to stay away from him when he’s just the sweetest soul?

You made your way up to the counter and ordered your usual, chatting with the barista while you waited for your beverage. “He’s cute, who is he?” She whispered in your ear, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Just a customer from the shop who wanted to get a coffee, no funny business!” You whispered back, giggling.

“Y/n! He’s hot! And look at him snuggled up with Cookies, that cat doesn’t like anyone but you!!!”

“He is, but I’m not looking for anything right now. We both just need a good friend.” You sighed out.

“Well look no further babe, he found you.” She gave a knowing wink and handed you your drink, turning around to get back to the task at hand.

Over coffee and cat cuddles, you learned a ton of details about Jake’s life- his family, his friends, the rock ‘n roll band he played in with his brothers, anything he wanted to share. You just delighted in hearing his velvety voice no matter what he was saying. You shared some details with him, albeit an edited version- you told him that you’d grown up pretty poor, your parents died when you were young, and you were just trying to make something of your life. You had your job and your apartment and your friends, you came and spent time with the cats at the cafe after work, and you were perfectly happy with that. Despite years of trying and failing, you still managed to convince yourself that if you said you wanted nothing else enough times, you would start to believe it yourself.

At closing time, you’d reluctantly said your goodbyes to Jake, the baristas, and the cats, and given Jake a friendly hug goodbye. He asked you when you worked next, and if you wanted to grab coffee again after. You of course agreed. Whether you were ready for it or not, it seemed you had a new nightly coffee date.

Tags: @jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka @gracev0609

[yanandreckless]

Spicy Alphabet: August Walker

Author's note: I am currently watching (almost) everything Henry Cavill has been in during his career and so since I love doing these alphabets and consider them almost character studies, I'll do these for several of his boys :3 (it'll be a while before I have time for Geralt and Charlie, though) but August ended up being the first :3 Feel free to comment and tell me who you wanna see next! A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) While he will not outright ask for it, August wants validation. Does he want to know he did a good job? Sure, but he would prefer to know he did the best job. And while utilitarian parts of aftercare like cleaning up, changing the sheets, rehydrating, or taking care of marks are things he would do without much fuss or prompting, in an efficient and almost detached way, don’t be fooled by his calculated movements and his stone face. He needs aftercare too. He needs to be acknowledged and appreciated. He wishes he got cuddled, too. He will refuse it all, and very bitterly too, if he perceives it as mocking, so be careful. Basically, stroke his ego without patronizing him. Over time, he will lower his walls a bit. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) While he was wet behind the ears at the Agency, August was self-assured and cocky that he was All That: tall, muscular, and with that handsome face! He soon realized it was actually a drawback for intelligence work. He is so handsome that he is extremely memorable, which is horrible for a spy, obviously. His career path had to change and adjust due to this and he perceives it as something that is holding him back. It also especially fuels his disdain and hatred for IMF and their super masks. He views it as cheating almost. Since he values his own hard work so much, he’s most proud of his muscles, especially his abdomen and thighs. On a partner, while he can’t help but respect strength and power, he’s mostly drawn to fragility. Wrists so thin he can capture them both in one hand, a swing so weak it can’t even turn his head, a stature so small that they simply have to rely on him for protection. Also small tits. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) A disgusting territorial animal, this one. He loves it when he can smear it all over a chest or even a face, and he also loves it when he can cum deep, deep inside, getting off on the fact that he just can do that, especially if he’s the first/only one to do it to the person. It goes both ways, he loves the messy juices of his partner all over him. He’ll happily feed you his cum from his fingers, he’ll happily let you sit on his face and drink all you have, he’ll be happy as a clam if you squirt, and he’ll happily indulge in messy snowballing. He might even tolerate laughter over how messy his mustache looks afterward, or he might spank you for it. Either way, good times will be had. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He really, really, really craves all that validation and praise in an environment where he’s free to bask in it and not defensive over loving it. He wants to be vulnerable but safe. It’s not even related to specific activities when he imagines himself being pampered, it’s mostly just a person of much smaller stature, weaker than him in every way, having as much power over him as he can handle, and then a bit more. Good luck getting him to admit it, though, even if he behaves in ways that make it painfully obvious at times. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Experienced. Knows what he’s doing well enough, but may fall victim to believing he knows better than his partner. Very likely to utter the phrase “trust me, you’re gonna love this” with varying degrees of success. He’s fairly cocky but since he loves doing a great job so much, he’ll pick up on what works and focus on that. If, however, a suggestion of his was met with reluctance only for his partner to actually do love it once they try, it will result in merciless, endless teasing over it for a while. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Any position where he feels like he’s powerfully steamrolling or bulldozing his way through it. Holding his partner in the air (without a wall to help, thank you very much!), bending his partner in half so mating press or full nelson isn’t off the table at all, having a flexible partner he can contort in all sorts of positions for his pleasure, any face down/ass up exaggerated variant of doggy… although he will be surprisingly pliant if his partner really insists on flipping them over and riding him. If they’re good at it, expect a wide-eyed and slightly stunned August. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.) Usually more serious, sometimes bordering on grim/violent. But he can be more lighthearted, especially if there’s an opportunity to tease. This man loves getting on people’s nerves, so if his partner moans “Oh God”, you can expect a “Name’s Walker, by the way.” thrown back. (or whatever name his current mission had him assume, you get the jist)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) The carpet matches the drapes, he’s a dark brunette for real, and he’s not overly meticulously groomed, as can almost be concluded just by seeing that permanent messy stubble next to an obviously longer stache. He trims parts, shaves other parts, and then the shaved parts may grow into annoying stubble before he shaves them again. Get on his case about this, get spanked. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect) He conceals his desire for genuine intimacy as kink. He’ll grab the back of his partner’s neck and insist on constant eye contact and hope it just appears dominant and not needy. He’ll kiss a lot, he’ll insist on as many body parts touching as possible, he’ll hold tight and grab, bite and suck and pinch, all in clumsy craving for closeness. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Methodical about it most of the time, he’ll do it to take the edge off when needed and he won’t drag it out. Unless he’s got a specific flame to think about. He’ll delight in planning devious scenarios for them then. But even so, he’s not exactly the most patient so he’ll still not drag it out too too much. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Size and strength difference in his favor for sure. Marks. Being rough. Being absolutely filthy and messy. But also, perhaps surprisingly, feisty partners. He loves being defied and challenged, he loves brats because fucking them dumb feels sweeter. And if he loves something above everything, it’s hearing them apologize and beg when they realize the mess they’d gotten themselves into.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He doesn’t care, it could be anyone’s bed, a bathroom, a hallway, a park, a dressing room, an elevator… As long as it doesn’t endanger a mission, he couldn’t care less. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) While he really loves obedience and being looked at like he hung the moon, he loves it even more if it’s hidden behind feisty brattiness. Challenging his authority gets him going but it makes him rough, so play wisely. He loves proving that he’s needed to someone who tries to tell them they’re independent and capable and strong. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) Share. He hates sharing anything with anyone he deems competition, be it credit, work, space, resources, or people. So don’t even joke about it because unlike riling him up in a fun way, this will rile him up genuinely because it hits him right in his biggest insecurity of not being good enough. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He prefers giving, especially right after or right before he receives because he can then prove how scrambled he made the other person. It’s almost like he competes even with his partner from time to time. Means he’s low on praise reserves. Help him. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Almost always fast and rough. If you’ve been a good baby, he’ll heed your warnings of something hurting and slow down but if you’ve been riling him up like a fucking brat, he’ll tell you to shut up and take it and he won’t stop even if you cry. He’ll gag or spank/slap you if you keep whining. And if you’ve been especially horribly bad, he’ll try to get you to zone out or even pass out from overstimulation. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Loves them. A lot. He’ll initiate them when they appear the most dangerous, when the mood strikes, or when you guys don’t have time, or when you think he won’t do it this time… the list goes on, but he loves them almost as much as he loves having all night or day to do as he pleases.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) Very game to experiment. He’ll initiate quickies in public places and delight in your terror at being heard or seen, and in your embarrassment if you’d been right. Personally, he’d be down for having an outright audience, he’d love it if everyone was able to see how well he’s scrambling your brain with his cock. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) He prefers going multiple rounds to lasting super long on one round. Again, he’s not the most patient of men but also he does love making a huge mess. Fucking his cum back into you just to add another load is among his favorite things. 

T = Toys (do they own toys or use them on a partner or themselves?) He can turn almost anything into bondage equipment on the fly so he doesn’t really own a wide array of, say, ropes or cuffs or chains. Likewise, plenty of things can become impact play toys. He loves being creative. He does have some equipment, among which is a knife he uses only for playtime, and if you’re especially scared of it and adamant about never having anything to do with it, he will still talk about it and tease you with the idea of it and with how much of a scaredycat little baby you are. For more conventional toys, he’d be open to using vibrators on you but he’d always make sure you know nothing can compete with the feeling of him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He’s somewhere in the middle. He’s not patient enough for huge rounds of teasing but he does love to get on your nerves and drive you mad and not even being good and obedient will save you from this if he’s in the mood for it. He’s not the fairest of Doms by any means. The best way to put yourself out of this misery is to cry and beg, but if he sees through you on it not being fully genuine desperation… gods help you. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) A growler and grunter. Can be completely silent if he puts his mind to it, but prefers not to be. He loves having his mouth close to his ear so you can hear all his pants and grunts and growls and filthy things spewed through clenched teeth.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He actually loves a bit of teeth during blowjobs. Scrape them along his length, nip him a bit. He’ll delight in the simple thrill of it and he’ll enjoy threatening you into being good. He’s also a disgusting, territorial animal, so he may use this as a segway into some watersports. Or just get into watersports anyway. As long as you don’t safeword and as long as you didn’t explicitly state a hard limit, he doesn’t see the reason to hold back. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) No Henry Cavill character will be small because that’s just the law. Unquestionable. I am not taking questions. Big, thick, cut, veiny. Adores it if his partner can’t close their fingers around him. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Very high but in his mind, a lot of the time, it starts as a desire for a lot of bickering, tumbling, butting heads, wrestling… just sexy conflict. And then that riles him up and bets are off from that point. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) Depends. Is he working? Does he trust you’re harmless? Is he hurt/too exhausted? Did he get all the nervous energy out of his system? Is he… gods forbid… in love with you? So it varies from immediately to never. 

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Hiiii~! Today's been a good day & I was just hoping to spread some blessings (or good vibes, if you prefer)!

Aw, dude! I finally got around to listening to Epic the Musical (with an animatic, because it was amazing) & ya'll!

The music was on fire & even the small amount of humor was pretty great! Haven't gotten to the final saga or 2, but my brother & I have enjoyed ourselves!

So far, I think my favorite was Athena literally only needing to tell Hera that Odysseus had never once cheated on his wife to get her vote.

Just, like, the music immediately screeches to a halt & she goes, "Yeah, no. In this society of rampant adultery, I gotta reward fidelity wherever I can."

Then Zeus had to go & be a big swinging D-bag, but that was to be expected.

If nothing else, you can at least rely on him to be a petty a-hole. It's just so interesting how no matter how low I set the bar, he always somehow manages to go lower.

I'll be honest, I really wanna see him have to face someone who is not only more powerful than him, but also a better, more mature person than him.

Like, I already have a character (oc for another phandom, but the beauty of that phandom is that despite the environment is that it has canonical built-in crossover allowance) who could, & would quite happily, do so with great pleasure.

I have actually made a scene between her & Demise based on the hiding after an argument question, I just haven't sent it in yet.

All the Epic Songs are such a bop. Can't wait for the asks you send in!

Let's have a freebie on me.

************************************************************************

How would the Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) & Demise react to an SO who loved to sing and serenade him?

The Ganondorfs and Demise, all embodiments of power and authority, would be deeply affected by an SO serenading them, especially when the songs are filled with love and praise. Each would react differently to being serenaded like this:

Wind Waker Ganondorf (Wake): Wake is introspective and more in tune with emotional undercurrents than some of his counterparts. Hearing his SO sing love songs would make him nostalgic and perhaps even contemplative. At first, he might watch in silence, the waves of melody stirring memories of a time when his ambitions were pure and focused on saving his people.

Scene: As Wake stands in his chamber overlooking the sea, his SO’s voice drifts through the air. The song brings to mind his long-lost dreams of restoring Hyrule, but her tender words pull him back to the present, filling the void in his heart with warmth. He would approach her, laying a hand on her cheek, and whisper, “Your voice calms the storm inside me.” He would likely treasure this, as it humanizes him in a way few have ever attempted.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf (Bandit): Bandit, the more arrogant and ambitious Ganondorf, would be initially suspicious of such overt adoration, even from his SO. However, as the sincerity in her voice becomes apparent, he would relish the praise, finding it a confirmation of his own greatness.

Scene: His SO’s song wraps around him like a spell, and while his eyes narrow at first, assuming it might be an attempt at manipulation, the earnestness in her tone breaks through his defenses. He would grin, a mixture of pride and amusement, and pull her closer, saying, “Even the gods don’t deserve this, but I do.” He would bask in her songs, making it clear he expects more serenades in the future.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf (Noctis): Noctis would be taken aback by the emotional intensity of the serenade. Known for being brooding and cynical, his SO’s voice would cut through his darkness like a beacon. He wouldn’t know how to respond at first but would eventually let himself enjoy the vulnerability of the moment.

Scene: Sitting on his throne, cloaked in shadow, Noctis hears his SO’s soft, ethereal singing. Her voice swirls around him, making his heart ache in a way he had forgotten he could feel. After a long pause, he might murmur, “I don’t deserve such a voice... yet I cannot refuse it.” He wouldn’t show outward affection right away, but the song would leave a lasting impression on him.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf (Hedony): Hedony, proud and always in command, would view the serenades as both a source of pleasure and a tribute to his might. His SO’s love songs would be like a victory anthem to him, celebrating his conquests and power. He would enjoy the music but expect it as part of his due.

Scene: As his SO’s voice rises in passionate praise, Hedony would stand taller, his chest swelling with pride. “Yes,” he would say, his voice deep and commanding. “Sing of your love, sing of your king.” He might pull her into his lap afterward, offering a reward of his own in the form of affection and indulgence. For him, the serenade is a celebration of their bond—and his dominance.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf (Vendettas): Vendettas would be affected by his SO’s serenades in a way that borders on possessive devotion. The way her songs praise and adore him would strike at the heart of his ambitions, soothing his darker urges while fueling his desire for power—if only to protect her.

Scene: Vendettas listens in the middle of battle preparations, his SO’s voice rising over the clash of steel and distant echoes of war. For a moment, his mind is no longer focused on conquest but on her. He strides over, cradling her face in his hands. “Your love... it strengthens me more than any sword or magic.” His eyes would glimmer with intensity as he promises to make her his queen once he claims all.

Demise: Demise would be the most conflicted. As the origin of all darkness and hatred toward the gods, he might struggle to comprehend the depth of the affection his SO shows. Her songs would make him feel something close to softness—an emotion he is not used to—but they would also enrage him because they threaten to expose a weakness within him.

Scene: As Demise listens to his SO’s voice, something within him stirs. His first reaction is fury, sparks of fire flaring around him, as though the love she sings of is too much for him to bear. But as her voice persists, pure and unwavering, his flames die down, leaving him cold and silent. He would not speak, but he would return to her more often, drawn to the power she holds over him—a power beyond even the gods.

[auxiliarydetective]

what does artfight mean?

Glad you asked!

This is ArtFight! It's an annual art trading game. Two teams compete against each other every year in July by earning points. Points are earned by attacking other players, aka by drawing their characters! The whole thing is really chill and a positive environment and I always love participating because it's a chance for me to experiment with new things, see others' takes on my OCs, bask in the glory of their art and offer them my humble take on their characters. It also gives me a chance to draw things and characters I usually wouldn't draw, maybe challenge myself a little. In my eyes, it's also less of a competition against each other but with each other. I don't really care about winning, I care about the experience, and I feel like most people on there are the same.

Bottom line: It's great! If you like drawing, go join! My username on there is AuxiliaryDetective if you wanna meet me there :)

[randomingoftherandomness]

Fic: I wanna race you to the table

Pairing: Wan Yan (Mowen) x Zhang Ping; background Wang Yan (Mowen) x Lan Jue (Peizhi) x Zhang Ping

The image of this took root in my brain and I couldn't stop flirting with the idea of it. Hope you guys like it :) it’s a whole brain rot circus up here

🌶️🍋 ahead

Tagging @moononmyfloor @xinxiaojie @sarah-yyy

[still accepting ALoN prompts]

~*~*~*~

Mowen watches the stream flow under Peizhi’s tea kettle stove. A ridiculous design, Mowen remembers telling Peizhi when he first had it installed, only for the man to sputter and expound on the importance of aesthetics and beauty. 

He’s a rough man, Mowen is. And so he had merely chuckled and let him prattle on about how tea making requires more than just hot water and tea leaves, but also a good environment and good company.

Now, as he delights in taste of fine tea on his tongue, Mowen basks in the touch of warm sunlight on his bare chest, sighing comfortably when he feels the weight between his thighs shift.

“Ping’er, remember to watch your teeth.”

Zhang Ping huffs around the girth of his cock in his mouth, pulling off with a wet pop just to grumble, “I know.” Mowen laughs a little at the sight of him -- determined gaze looking up at him, lips a kiss-bitten red and slick with spit and pre-come, high cheekbones tinged a pretty pink that spreads all the way down to his chest. 

His own desire hangs thick and heavy between his thighs. Mowen’s mouth salivates at the thought of having a taste of it.

Maybe he could. Maybe they could even replicate the position from last night where he was sucking off Peizhi while he was doing the same to Mowen, all while their Ping’er was furiously jerking himself off to the sight of them. 

Briefly, in some lust tickled part of his brain that is still able to wrestle two shakes of thought together, he reckons that it would be fun to see Peizhi unravel under Zhang Ping’s studious hands.

“I know you know,” Mowen softly coaxes, curling his fingers through Zhang Ping’s hair. Peizhi’s care of their little lover is clear here. Soft, shiny strands slips between his thumb and index fingers, flowing like fine silk. Reaching over, he traces the fullness of Zhang Ping’s cheek, mapping a trail up to the curl of an ear. 

Ping’er shifts, nudging his shoulders further up under Mowen’s thighs. “I’ve read the books, I’ve paid attention to you and Lan-daren when you showed it to me,” He starts to say. “I-I...”

“You don’t have to justify or explain,” Mowen smiles. 

Taking pity at their lover, he pushes himself up onto his elbow, tugging Zhang Ping close for a soft peck that quickly devolves into something filthy when the hand around the base of his cock squeezes at the stimulation Mowen licks into Zhang Ping’s panting mouth chasing the taste of himself. 

“So adorable and all ours,” He can’t resist cooing.

Zhang Ping god to honest whines at that. Which does not help his arousal one bit. 

“Puppy,” Mowen purrs, leans back down, appreciating the way that nickname has Zhang Ping trembling with soft puffs of air escaping his parted lips. “My good puppy.”

Big eyes dilate black. So dark that Mowen thinks he could drown in their depths for all eternity and be contented to that fate. 

When Zhang Ping finally takes him back into his mouth, choking a little but enough that Mowen bends to the instinct to pull out so that he doesn’t hurt him, he turns his determined gaze back up to Mowen even as Zhang Ping’s own arousal twitches between against his hip, leaking a thin river of come that smears against skin when he moves.

He stills himself and lets Zhang Ping take the lead. Allows him to draw a rhythm that soon has his cock head bumping into the inside of his cheek. Surrenders to the way Zhang Ping’s eyes flutters close, savouring the sensation of their little lover bringing him off with his mouth and hand. 

Mowen parts his thighs, letting Zhang Ping whimper around his cock when he hooks his calves over his back, lazily rubbing the sole of his foot to the arch of a spine.

“Kuruo,” Mowen hums, smirking when the whimper drags into a clicking swallow. The thin shoulders nudging under his thighs shake. He can’t resist the urge to pinch at the shell of an ear. “Kuruo, pretty Kuruo. Our Kuruo.”

The hand on the jut of his hip squeezes. And that’s all the warning he has to know that Zhang Ping has come untouched, making a mess on Peizhi’s shiny dark floorboards in the middle of the day.

Mowen laughs softly, pushing himself further up so that he can take his turn. Gently, he urges Zhang Ping to release him from his mouth, almost giving in to just staying there like this when their little lover gives a weak protesting suck. “Be good, hm?”

The shock of a cooler temperature than that of the heat of Zhang Ping’s mouth has him hissing and dark eyes blinking slowly up at him, a thread of worry beginning to furrow at his brow. “I’m alright,” He assures him, looking around to pull one of their discarded things close enough to carefully wipe down any mess on Zhang Ping’s skin.

“You haven’t...?”

“Hm?” It takes Mowen a beat to realise. His cock is still hard, not even flagging as it slaps against his lower abdomen. Ah, this is an issue. No matter, Mowen thinks. He can just--

“Here,” Zhang Ping slurs, twisting his body lazily so that he can lay on his front, presenting his ass to him. Glazed eyes twinkle when they look back at him. There’s a gentle smile on his lips. Mowen doesn’t know how he ever got so lucky in this lifetime.

Leaning over him to blanket his body, Mowen moves to angle his cock between the plush mounds of Zhang Ping’s ass. Breathing in deeply, he nuzzles his nose into the crook of Zhang Ping’s shoulder. Hiding an indisputably happy grin. “Perfectly puppy.”

[v1ci0us]

omg, let me tell you. i was so excited when i saw the tara masterlist and even more excited when this came out. i love her as much as u do and i already know ur gonna write her so well, as u always do with every character ever

Leaving your phone on the coffee table, you stretched your sore muscles, basking in the eery feeling of having only the TV and street lamps from outside as your source of light in the small hotel room.

nothing special honestly, but the way you write the background and environment is so casual and natural, if that makes sense. likee ur just too good at everything, even meaningless paragraphs

Tara stood in front of you, shaking like a leaf. She wore her fluffy pink jacket, hugging it impossibly closer to her body the best way she could manage with her bandaged hand; shifting awkwardly on her feet. The dim orange light of the hallway reflected against her cheeks, allowing you to see fading tear tracks on them. Her eyes, red-rimmed and wide, were looking at you with a silent plea.

omg tara and her pink fluffy jackettt☹️ the sight warms my heart while also simultaneously making it ache, i js wanna hug her i swear

She came looking for her source of comfort before even fully waking up, in nothing but a mess of unsteady feet and shaky breaths.

the fact we’re the first thing she goes to after a nightmare, her first safety and comfort 🫠

Tara limped forward, a lone tear rolling down her cheek. Maybe because walking was still painful. She said nothing as she threw herself into your arms, soft sobs being muffled by your hoodie.

oh god, no words honestly. but i’m glad u chose to do this—the aftermath of ghostface—out of all the options because it’s perfect and seems like it was meant for u. the relief but also memories, and the consolation offered to tara; all things you put together seamlessly 

Tara's eyes widened the slightest bit at the mere idea of you putting distance between you and her, it tugged at your heartstrings that something so simple got her so terrified.

whfjnskgksngnsmfhogmenw. i think it would be accurate tho because she’s just suffering with trauma and injuries, never wanting to distance herself from her loved ones

Before sitting down beside Tara, you took a second to yourself to take her in. She looked adorably small between the mountain of blankets and cushions; her hair was a bit of a mess, up in what was supposed to be a bun, a few strands still clinging to the cold sweat on her forehead; she was looking at the TV, but you could tell her eyes were unfocused.

making my heart flutter fr. she’s just so cute and tiny , pocket sized and cuddly u wanna melt into her forever 

Tara tried drying off her cheeks, quiet sobs making her shoulders shake.

nahhh shes makin me frown, even painting a picture of her all sad and teary eyed😕

Each beating of your heart hurts against your ribs, it wants to leap out of your chest and into her hands — even this close is not close enough; even with her in your arms, you still want to protect her more. Your thumb found the corner of her lip and moved up her cheek, brushing away her tears with the pad of your finger like a promise of safety.

exactly how i feel, i js wanna wrap her up forever and even then it wouldn’t be enough, it’s the insatiable desire to protect n comfort

"Because we were- we-"

they were together and it’s so much different than billy and sidney, because sid did suspect him and wasn’t fully heart eyes for him—even in the end she didn’t hesitate to protect herself first without thinking about billy. but tara and amber??? i feel like she put so much trust into her and she acted protective towards tara even when she was in the hospital — then for it to just crumble down on u as u find out the girl u felt something for wanted to kill u, and attempted to. 

Your heart bled for her and her only. It hurt just how much you felt for her, how much you loved her. Though it was the good kind of pain.

broooo, this line🙏🙏 how do u come up with these i swear ur mind is astounding 

It felt a lot like healing. And truth was, maybe you were both a bit of a mess, but existing together made it feel like you didn't need anything else to feel whole again.

no words my head is dizzy i am clutching my heart , mind going foggy

Her eyes drifted down to where your hand held onto hers. Where others hurt, you cared. She was looking at you as if you were everything she'd ever thirsted for; as if no one else made sense.

i am literally going crazy, having heart eyes for this girl and how passionate she is even after everything. owns my heart fr 

You bumped her knee with yours. As if you'd ever say no. "Only if you promise to stay tomorrow too."

And every day after.

giggling u always write the best stuff ever, it’s like drugs but only better

anyways i obviously loved this so so so much, if u couldn’t tell. i think this was very sweet and i want to insert it into my veins if possible 😊 ur work is always perfect and enchanting, takes me to a whole other world fr

😘😘😘

late night blues

Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Tara is often plagued by the memories of what she's been through. Luckily she has you to remind her that life can still be warm and sweet.

A/N: This idea was given to me by my dear @iamnicodemus, I really hope you like it. It is my first time writing for Tara, guys, so be nice to me. Requests for her are open, just be mindful of my guidelines. <3

Masterlist

The TV was talking to itself. It was late at night already, too late for you to not be in bed.

But you were starting to get used to the constant noise of the cars on the streets, and the couch was so comfortable.

After the days you've been having, the short walk to the bedroom felt like too much of an effort.

Though it wasn't the smartest decision, because when you stirred awake with the sound of erratic knocking on your door, your neck and back were complaining in pain.

You opened your eyes slowly, lazily blinking away the sleepiness and adjusting to the bright TV in front of you. It was some poor reporter who was talking, forced to say the less exciting news at — with a frown, you felt around on the couch until you found your cellphone — 2:47 AM, great.

Leaving your phone on the coffee table, you stretched your sore muscles, basking in the eery feeling of having only the TV and street lamps from outside as your source of light in the small hotel room.

It was a temporary situation, only until everyone could get properly settled in New York. A cheaper hotel in the outskirts of the city, the rooms weren't huge — just a small joined living room and an excuse for a kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom — but it was enough, cozy in its own simple way.

The knocking came again and brought your still drowsy body back to reality. You got up from the couch with a groan and dragged yourself to the door.

Upon turning the lock and opening the door, you regretted not doing a quicker job of greeting your late-night visitor.

Tara stood in front of you, shaking like a leaf. She wore her fluffy pink jacket, hugging it impossibly closer to her body the best way she could manage with her bandaged hand; shifting awkwardly on her feet. The dim orange light of the hallway reflected against her cheeks, allowing you to see fading tear tracks on them. Her eyes, red-rimmed and wide, were looking at you with a silent plea.

"Hey," you whispered gently, tentatively. You peeked outside to take a one-second glance to the right where the door to her and Sam's room was, "is everything okay?"

Tara's lips hovered yet she couldn't speak, a lump formed in her throat that she had to gulp back. The nightmares — memories — remained all too vivid in her mind, blurring her sight and forcing her to stifle a sob.

She came looking for her source of comfort before even fully waking up, in nothing but a mess of unsteady feet and shaky breaths.

It was unfair, that someone so innocent took the worst of it.

You reached out a hand for her with the encouragement you knew she needed, "come here."

Tara limped forward, a lone tear rolling down her cheek. Maybe because walking was still painful. She said nothing as she threw herself into your arms, soft sobs being muffled by your hoodie.

You did your best to hold her tightly and stay mindful of her still-healing injuries. One hand cradling her head, your lips brushing the shell of her ear as you whispered promises you hoped to keep.

There was an unbearable weight to your chest whenever Tara came to you in nothing but shreds of herself. Barb wire wrapping itself around your throat like a constant reminder of the permanent scars.

Sometimes you wish you could take her pain to yourself.

You felt her tears trickling down your neck when Tara buried herself into you. She sucked in a sharp breath when she accidentally pressed her injured hand too forcefully into you — yet refused to let go despite the bitter sting.

Keeping one hand around her, you used the spare one to close the door. Turning the lock, just in case.

"Let's sit down, I can make you some hot chocolate if you want," you suggested, gently swinging your bodies together from side to side.

With a sniff, Tara pulled back, using your arms for support to ease the tension on her bad leg. She gave you a soft nod with an even softer smile. It was bittersweet to see her glistening, swollen eyes trying to convey some happiness.

You took her to the couch, sitting her down on the same spot you were previously occupying. There was a fuzzy blanket that instantly became your favorite when you checked in the hotel for the first time a few nights ago; you brought it around Tara's shoulders, making sure she was all snug and warm before you turned to go to the kitchen.

Tara's eyes widened the slightest bit at the mere idea of you putting distance between you and her, it tugged at your heartstrings that something so simple got her so terrified.

You kissed her forehead and promised to be back in less than five minutes. And you did, holding a warm mug of hot chocolate between your hands.

She deserves nothing but sweetness and warmth anyway.

Before sitting down beside Tara, you took a second to yourself to take her in. She looked adorably small between the mountain of blankets and cushions; her hair was a bit of a mess, up in what was supposed to be a bun, a few strands still clinging to the cold sweat on her forehead; she was looking at the TV, but you could tell her eyes were unfocused.

Tara offered a piece of the blanket to you as soon as you were beside her, carefully taking the mug you offered. She hummed appreciatively after the first sip, allowing the sweetness to calm her nerves.

She had one hand around the mug, the other feeling between the blankets until she found yours and gingerly took it, closing her fingers around yours the best she could with the bandage on her palm.

Unbeknownst to you, you became Tara's anchor. You were the person she sought out when the memories became too much to bear. It's not often that she wants to talk about it, trying to avoid at all costs to relive all that happened — all that panic, the pain, the fear of trying to crawl away from death but knowing you're not fast enough. So most nights, you hold her, you warm her up, you try to get her to smile, you make her hot chocolate. Warm and sweet.

And it was just your mistake, that your cellphone was not muted.

Its ringing was loud in the middle of the quiet night, vibrating against the coffee table as the screen lit up with Sam's name.

Tara flinched back so forcefully that even you got startled, she spilled a bit of the hot drink on her fingers but didn't really react to it, her eyes glued to your phone. Her breathing was suddenly all over the place, too fast as she couldn't get enough air in.

You mumbled a string of curses under your breath, getting up so fast that you almost fell face-first on the floor when your feet got tangled in the blankets.

Firstly you took the mug with hot chocolate from Tara's hand, she was shaking violently and you didn't want her burning herself. Then you answered the damn phone.

"Hey… she's here, don't worry," you comforted a worried Sam, keeping your eyes on Tara.

Your heart broke all over again.

With unsteady hands, Tara scrambled for the inhaler in her pocket, doing her best to ease her breathing. The images of the TV highlighted the path her tears left behind, with more still pooling on the bottom lid of her dark eyes.

"Yeah, of course," you spoke, setting down the mug on the coffee table, "I will, bye Sam."

You sighed, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you, "hey, it's okay," you turned off your phone, making sure to put it on silent mode.

Tara tried drying off her cheeks, quiet sobs making her shoulders shake.

Your feelings escaped you and you sat down beside her, taking her into your arms, "it was just Sam, she didn't know where you were." You spoke against her hair, moving your hand up and down her back to try and ground her. "I'm so sorry," you whispered.

Tara had a white-knuckled grip on your hoodie, her lips brushing your collarbone. "I keep getting back there," there was a sudden rawness to her voice, it broke by the end and she could taste the salt of her own tears, "every time I close my eyes, or- or hear a damn phone ringing, I'm back at the hospital, at my house-" a sob interrupted her, but the feeling of your arms tightening around her kept her going, "only this time, I can't get away."

Each beating of your heart hurts against your ribs, it wants to leap out of your chest and into her hands — even this close is not close enough; even with her in your arms, you still want to protect her more. Your thumb found the corner of her lip and moved up her cheek, brushing away her tears with the pad of your finger like a promise of safety.

"I can't sleep. I'm terrified of being alone," Tara melted against you, her good hand sneaking under your hoodie to feel the warmth there, "it's almost as if I- I see her-" she cut herself off and you knew she was talking about Amber, sometimes you wondered what hurt her more; the wounds or the betrayal.

Tara took in a shaky breath, her lips quivering, "I see her in dark corners, and it- it hurts-" she cradled her bandaged hand close to her chest, striving to chase away the hurt, the memories. The small act got you holding back tears.

"Because we were- we-"

"I know," you reassured her, feeling how it was becoming increasingly harder for her to speak. You cupped her face as your lips found her cheeks and you lightly kissed away her tears. "You never deserved any of it, and I'm so sorry I couldn't stop it from happening."

The back of your throat was burning. You brushed back loose strands of her hair, admiring how the freckles over her nose took in the glow of the street lamps that sneaked through the windows; thanking every possible entity that she was here for you to do so, "I'm so sorry I wasn't there. You have no idea how scared I was of losing you."

Tara blinked her eyes open, teardrops still clinging to her eyelashes. "You're here now. As am I." She said as a reassurance both to you and herself.

Your heart bled for her and her only. It hurt just how much you felt for her, how much you loved her. Though it was the good kind of pain.

You smiled, ever so gentle with the way you took hold of her hand — because gentleness is all she deserves — and placed a kiss on each of her knuckles, your lips brushing over the white bandages on her hand.

"I hope you know you're never getting rid of me."

And Tara chuckled, all teary-eyed and fragile, the smile finally somewhat reaching her eyes. "I'm counting on it."

It felt a lot like healing. And truth was, maybe you were both a bit of a mess, but existing together made it feel like you didn't need anything else to feel whole again.

A beat passed where you two just looked at each other, both wondering if the other is feeling the same, yet not having the courage to ask.

Tara's chest was rising and falling more steadily now. Without the weight of — for lack of a better word — your trauma, the hotel room held an intimacy to it.

Her eyes drifted down to where your hand held onto hers. Where others hurt, you cared. She was looking at you as if you were everything she'd ever thirsted for; as if no one else made sense.

"You think it's already cold?" Tara tilted her head to the mug on the table, if anything, to clear the sudden timidness growing between you.

You hummed, stretching forward to grab the mug, "I don't think so," you brought it to your lips and took a sip, the sweet beverage still warm on your tongue.

Tara took it from you with a smirk threatening to appear; she leaned back on the couch, hugging the covers closer to her chest and drinking from the same spot your lips had just been.

You're not sure why it raised goosebumps on your skin.

On the TV, a random movie had been playing for a while now, you didn't care much for it as long as it worked to take Tara's mind off of things — which seemed to be working just fine. She snuggled up to you as soon as you leaned back as well, her head finding your shoulder as she kept her eyes on the pirates braving the seven seas in front of her.

You could get used to this, you decided.

"Can I stay here for the night?" Tara asked hesitantly, glancing up at you, "the rest of the night, that is."

You bumped her knee with yours. As if you'd ever say no. "Only if you promise to stay tomorrow too."

And every day after.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are literally what keeps me motivated to continue posting here, so I’d appreciate it if you could take some time to reblog and comment if you want. <3

Tara’s taglist: @milkiane @v1ci0us

[vibgyorlouie]

it hit me lately that my dad might not come around and be here with me after my coming out, he might never accept me. and subconsciously, i already knew this was a possibility. so as i was trying to bask and soak all his love in, i realised how much he did really love me.

my mum once said “he’ll come around for about anything for you because he loves you very much.” as a young queer kid begging for acceptance, you can imagine how much i cried hearing this. although this was hope, i knew it was false. i cannot help but blame the society and the environment he’s grown up in and the kind of people he’s spent his life with for him to be this way. there’s a 32 year long age gap laughing right at me making fun of me and it hurts. it simply just hurts.

because this is the same man that has come around and tried to be here for me after my mental health declined. ever since i moved out, whenever i visit he makes sure to hug me tight and sometimes, when he misses me too much even calls me to tell me he loves me. this is the same man that’s tried to improve and better things for me to try and bring me back where he wants me. and even though there is growth which should make me hopeful. i know deep inside it’s likely there’ll never be enough hope for him to come around about me being queer. because i won’t be the same good little girl taking the “straight” path through life.

he’s not exactly a homophobe but having a queer kid where i live is unheard of. and both my parents might have to choose between their other family or me, their literal child, which i absolutely hate. my mom might manage and still be here for me, but i can’t say the same about my dad. all i wanna say is even when he doesn’t accept me, i hope he has a little love for me and doesn’t regret me altogether. because i’ll keep loving him anyways.

again idk why i’m posting this it’s just very difficult for me to deal with the fact that it’s just normal for queer people to lose family once they’re out.

[0ssianic]

random thought: since p5s was an action game and if atlus does another (megaten based) action game, why not have a new raidou kuzonoha game?

it’s already an action series with real time battles. sorta like p5s, you can do physical and gun attacks and the npc characters fight independently

[missbabyjay]

I Wanna Be With You Everywhere - Pedro Pascal x Reader

FLUFF!

MASTERLIST - CHECK OUT MY PAGE FOR MORE!

Warnings/Content: Fluff, Alcohol

The piece is based off of the song Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

Summary: After a long week of hard work Pedro treats you to a home cooked meal. The two of you finish off the night basking in a beautiful sunset before drifting off to a world of luscious sleep.

Word Count: 1.1 K

The light hum of the fan tickled your brain as you lounged on your snug, plush bed, propped up with your favourite book. The large windows that resided in your bedroom were cracked open, allowing the warm summer evening breeze to seep into the house, the fresh feeling lingering in your lungs as you breathed in. You had experienced a hectic week; work was incredibly busy, you had a bunch of meetings leaving you relentlessly tired. You hummed along to the soft music playing downstairs that muffled through the house, tapping your finger on the back of your book. “Finally some relaxation,” you thought to yourself. 

 Pedro was cooking dinner for the two of you - knowing a hearty and tasty meal would make your spirit feel lifted. That man would do anything to make you feel better and considering he was on a break from work he had all the time he would need to make the end of your week far better than it had been since Monday. He danced as he switched between the cutting board and the sleek frying plan that laid hot on the stove - cooking a mixture of vegetables. Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac filled the atmosphere, creating a calming environment. 

You placed a bookmark into your book making sure you wouldn’t lose your spot - the plotline was becoming too enticing, but the overwhelming smell of Pedro’s spiced cooking filled your nostrils and you decided to make your way downstairs. You were eager to enjoy a nice meal alongside Pedro; his presence always calmed you down and after the past few days that was exactly what you needed. 

You trotted down the stairs, happy to see Pedro. The aromatics hit your face as you turned the corner to enter the cosy kitchen you shared with Pedro. You saw him dancing along to the music - the two of you shared a love for Fleetwood Mac. You began singing along with the song, “oh-ohhhh, I wanna be with you everywhere.” Pedro turned around with a smile beaming from ear to ear. “Oh Princesa, I love your voice,” he cooed into the air. You wrapped your arms around him as he finished cooking dinner, the two of you swaying along to the melody together. Every so often he would send you a peck, making you giggle. “Dinner is ready. Why don’t you have a seat, baby. I’ll serve you,” he insisted with a warm, loving smile.

Pedro had arranged the table so that two candlesticks sat inbetween you bearing white taper candles that were already partially burned, drips of wax gliding down the sides of them. A cream satin table cloth draped over the small table and the delicate dinnerware was set out on top. Pedro cooked a traditional chilean dish - oh how you loved his culture’s food. The two of you enjoyed the home cooked meal alongside a glass of wine, basking in each other's company. 

“I hope this was a lovely end to your week, mi amor,” his voice purred. You smiled gently at him, you appreciated how much he prioritised your feelings. “It was lovely. The meal was absolutely delicious, P.” You reached for his hand across from you, rubbing your thumb against his tough yet soft skin. He grabbed your other hand, squeezing both of them tightly. “I’d do anything for you, Y/N,” he said with a serious tone while gazing into your eyes. You heart felt warm from the kind words that poured from his lips.

Pedro offered to take care of the dishes, insisting you should continue reading your book. You decided to change your environment by bringing yourself out to the patio. The clock read 7:45 p.m., “Perfect,” you thought to yourself, just in time to catch the sun fall behind the horizon leaving the sky glowing. The stone tiles felt cold on your bare feet as you made your way outside. You settled yourself on the sectional couch that was nested in the corner of your patio. As you bundled up with a light throw blanket you heard the footsteps of Pedro coming from behind you. He was accompanied with two glasses of wine. He lit the citronella candles that sat placed on aesthetically pleasing candle holders. “I’ve got wine!” he sung, while wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

As you sat there you realised just how lucky you were to live the life you have. Pedro nuzzled in beside you, grabbing a portion of the blanket to cover himself with. He brought his arm around you, pulling you close to him. “I love you baby,” he said as he planted a kiss on your temple and let his head rest against yours. You decided to close your book, knowing it would be waiting for you to continue later on. You intertwined your fingers with Pedro’s, “I don’t know what I’d do without you, P, I am so thankful for you,” you exclaimed before cupping his face and pulling him into a passionate kiss. His kiss tasted sweet from the wine you were sharing, making you pull him closer to enjoy the moment a little more. 

The two of you pulled away just in time to savour the beautiful sunset that laid before you. “You’re more beautiful than this sunset, ya know that sugar? As corny as it sounds,” he giggled. His cheekiness made you chuckle. 

The sun had settled and the sky grew dark, dusk washed upon the two of you. You felt quite chilled, rubbing your arms to create some warmth. Pedro noticed while glancing down at you, “Why don’t we head inside?” he suggested. 

As a team the two of you collected everything, making sure to exhaust the candles - safety first! You made your way into the bedroom, picking out one of Pedro’s favourite t-shirts out of his dresser while he also got ready for bed. You glanced at his toned and tanned body as he ran his fingers through his chocolate brown curls.

You decided to keep the windows open, lounging in the sweet summer air. The two of you intertwined your bodies and sat in silence, listening to each other's heartbeat and breathing. Pedro’s hands ran up and down your body, finding their way to your bare back underneath his large cotton shirt you sported. He began circling his fingers on your back, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. Your heart rate slowed and you found yourself falling into a deep sleep; ending your stressful week in the arms of your passionate lover.

[undercity-merc]

There was something inherently pleasant about basking in the company of an old friend. It had been so many years, and so much had changed over that time. The environment, the people, the atmosphere, the ambience - not that it was all unwelcomed as the next. But Vi was different, far different than she had been when they were young. And yet, Ran was, too. It was bound to happen, especially with such an empty gap of framed time had passed by in, seemingly, a blink of an eye. But right now, she felt as if they weren't truly that different. Ran, getting out of trouble and laying low, avoiding fragmented splinter cells of chembarons scattered like mold through the Undercity, and running rampant more than the aforementioned plague. As horrendous and hard to get rid of as it was, it was... natural.

She found her boots back in the clumsy dance, her feet moving without that same coordination that she used to have in familiarity with Ran, but they must have been struggling to. Relearning this, steps forgotten over time and under pressure. Perhaps that added to some of the fun, perhaps that was what sparked something indecipherable in her chest. Perhaps that's why it was so easy to accept.

"How 'bout yours, Ran?" She found herself saying before she could catch her words. "We have plenty of catching up to do. 'Sides.. I don't feel much like spending the night alone, either." She tipped her head lightly, gazing down at them, finding her face just a little closer than it had been before. Were they always sitting so close? "Wanna finish these drinks, maybe take the bottle with, 'nd get the hell outta here? I've been kicking around here too much lately, anyway."

Ran was always a stoic o e, since they were little. The only person who has ever been able to get some smiles out of them was Vi, and right now, as they sat beside each other, Ran with a small smile on their lips like old times, they come to the realization things may have changed a lot, but what made them together, what made them friends hasn't changed. Not even one bit. Her presence was there, steady, warm, as always, as if time hadn't passed and Ran was once again crying softly in her arms while she stroked their hair. It felt like home once more.

Ran looked up at her as she spoke about starting whenever they want. "Tomorrow? I can come by a bit earlier and you give me some tips, I still remember some of the stuff Vander thought but I am a bit rusty... Silco never had me prepare drinks here, he hated them, hated how my drinks tasted like Vander's ..." Ran sighed and looked up at her as she suggested catching up. "Sounds like a plan, we could go to yours, spend some time, or mine if you want... All I know is that I don't really want to be alone, not now that I found you..." They meet her smile with a crooked smile of their own.

[wondrous-art]

Slime Rancher 2's release made me wanna design some fake slime types. I have a little lore for them that you can read below;

Cream Slime

A very cold but sweet slime that's the same color and consistency as Neapolitan ice-cream. It thrives in cold environments but tends to lose solidity when exposed to heat. It's plorts are very sweat and refreshing on a hot day but tend to attract ants. It's favorite food is cherries.

Cosmos Slime

An incredibly rare slime that occasionally falls out of the sky like a shooting star. Their place of origin is unknown but based on their dazzling star scape interior, they likely come from somewhere deep in space. Their plorts can actually be used as lenses for powerful space telescopes. Their favorite food is Starfruit.

Ice Slime

Found in colder climates, ice slimes are known for their frigid body temperatures that reach below freezing on the regular. They are capable of generating their own cold, and can freeze their body solid at will. They tend to be a highly territorial species and can spit sharp icicles at invading creatures. The plorts are used as an alternative for ice, as they don't melt. They're favorite food is Snow Hens.

Mossball Slime

This slime is protected under a thick layer of moss that protects it from harsh climates. It prefers basking in a dark, moist environment and tends to get dried out in the sun. It's plorts are used as decoration for fish tanks and gardens. It's favorite food is carrots.

Shell Slime

A peculiar slime that has adopted a hard shell like a turtle. This shy slime will hide away when predators are near by, and does not like being watched. It's plorts are incredibly sturdy and are melted down to be used for armor. It's favorite food is Cuberries.

Domesticated Tarr

A strange genetically altered version of the dangerous Tarr creatures. These creatures are easier to contain, are more stable, and are able to produce plorts, unlike their wild counterparts. They are however still aggressive and will attack ranchers and other slimes if they get too close. The ethical ramifications of their existence is still hotly debated. The properties of their plots is still being studied, as they have wild and unpredictable effects on objects around them. Their favorite, and only food are Slimes.

Spirit Slime

Despite the ghastly appearance, Spirit slimes are not actually the souls of long passed slimes, but rather a perfectly living slime with a ghost-like appearance. These slimes are still strange as they only appear at night, float around in the air through unknown means, and they don't eat. They also have the ability to inexplicably pass through barriers, making them difficult to keep on ranches. Their plorts are used for spiritual and religious practices. They have no favorite food.

Aquarium Slime

This slime seems to have a symbiotic relationship with the fish and sea creatures that live in the slime sea. They often hold fish, sand, and various sea creatures inside it's body, making it appear like a mini aquarium. The fish are usually in perfect health inside the slime, and don't show signs of distress. No one knows what the slime gets out of this arrangement. It's plorts make effective bait for fishing. It's favorite food is kelp.

Mud Slime

These dirty little slimes spend a majority of their time hiding underground. They can usually be found by digging around puddles in the dirt, where several of them may pop out in a cluster. It's plorts are made of nutrient rich soil perfect for gardening. it's favorite food are potatoes.

[movedmovedsoup]

Bruce Yamada x gn ! reader

“sore loser!”

i think we can all agree bruce needs some love on here😭💕 but first off i just wanna say thank you ! to @robinsrelic who helped me a whole lot with this prompt !! you should totally go check her out her writing is incredible !! //

@an34l your ask was similar to this !

you were new to the denver area. originally from arizona, you had moved across the state because of a job opportunity your aunt had about two or so weeks ago. you lived with her since you were a baby, you didn’t question anything about your parents. it was the least of your concern. but what was the number one concern for you, the number one priority for you. was baseball. you had been playing the sport for quite a while, from classes to little league, to some type of professional team. and the moment you heard that north denver had something to offer, that being a baseball team you almost wasted no time signing up for try outs, that happened to fall on today. the few new friends you had would describe you as a all around good person. you were all the basics, kind, smart, helpful. but one of the many human flaws you had was that..you were kinda of a sore loser. you absolutely loved to win, no matter what. despite the love you had for winning you always tried not to play dirty. knowing it was basically cheating and you couldn’t stand that. sure, you could be annoying and cocky but it was only on the field when you got fired up. outside of the game you were a good natured person. well as good as you could be. everyone had flaws of course. but today was the day, try outs of course.

you could feel pride swelling within your chest as you did some last minute warm ups to make sure you weren’t rusty one bit. once deeming yourself un-rusty and presentable, you ushered your aunt to drive you over to the park. to which she happily obliged, aunt alice loved watching you play, as she was the one who got you into baseball as a pastime in the first place. before it became all that you could live and breath. once hitting the ball park you could feel yourself slightly clam up. sure this was always, always, always going to happen. when coming to a new environment of course you were going to be nervous. checking in with the coach he sat you down in one of the cages with the rest of the people who were trying out. you kept a sharp eye on each and everyone of them who were going before you. seeing the flaws and mistakes they made with their form, batting technique and how fast they were. until it was you up there, almost like those rats you dissect for science in fourth period. being watched from every angle on how you look and the abilities you have. adjusting the smallest bit of attention onto who was being the pitcher you raised the smallest brow, the expression wasn’t noticeable under the baseball cap. you weren’t to judge but the pitcher was a rather scrawny boy, with frizzy curls popping out of his cap. despite putting the smallest bit of attention into him, once you saw the baseball in mind air you immediately went into action.

gripping the bat so hard your knuckles turned a slight white, you aligned yourself with the bat and the hurling ball. praying that the good hand to eye coordination would come to show in your moves. the minute you hit the ball and when the aggressive noise made it to your ears you wasted no time dropping the bat and running for it. but from the corner of your eye, realizing the ball was nowhere to be seen and a grin and the realization had hit you.

you had struck a homerun.

oh how you absolutely basked in that mini moment of glory. now the smirk was undeniable, everyone who looked at you could see it as you sped walk to the bases. looking over at the coach as he looked back at you, nodding with a light smile of approval before yelling out something to the other team. “this kid is already pretty good!! watch out bruce i think you got some competition!”

your world seemed to very quickly take a halt as you looked over at the coach with a more, confused look per say. with eyebrows furrowed and that grin getting slapped silly off of you, you didn’t like the idea of someone being as good as you. but at the same time, ‘competition’ the word made the grin slowly come back onto your face. it meant you were better and greater than this bruce dude. who was he anyway?? as break time was called for the coaches to decided who and who they didn’t want on their team, you dug through the duffle bag you brought with you. bringing out a bottle of water as a voice from behind started to speak to you. “god..your arm is mint..! you definitely had me right there, giving me a run for my money…?” the boy, who you concluded to be that bruce guy from earlier trailed off in his sentence. probably just then realizing he didn’t know your actual name. with a sharp turn to look over at him, your back originally facing him. “y/n” you started. “my name is y/n you are bruce right?” you asked with a raised brow. the boy seemed to immediately brighten up more, if that was even possible considering he was beaming at the fact you knew his name. but it wasn’t the cocky, ‘oh yeah you know my name’ but more of a ‘oh! you know my name!’ type of beaming. with a small sigh you returned back to your bag, throwing it over your shoulder as you soon tried to walk away from him.

only to hear footsteps quickly following after your own. as bruce quickly went to your side, sticking by it. he looked at you with a confused expression as he semi-expected you to at least speak a little. which..you some what did. “yes bruce ?? is there anything else you need?” you asked curiously as you sat down on the bleachers. subtly surprised as bruce quickly took a seat next to you. “er…i was wondering how’d you get into baseball? you’re pretty amazing at it ! you definitely impressed the coaches-“ “flattery doesn’t work on me bruce” you cut him off with a shake of your head, the two of you quickly put your attention back into the coaches as they announced who was on the team and who wasn’t. of course your name was announced for being on ‘high mountain lions’

you thought the name was stupid but didn’t complain a whole bunch. now you had something to waste time on. as you got ready to leave bruce had walked over and congratulated you on earning a spot on the team. his opponent team. when your lips curled into a grin he took this as a friendly gesture, quickly returning the smile before you let out a small laugh and shook your head. “ pretty boy bruce you can’t be all chummy with me..” you paused for a moment looking straight at him. “who knows maybe the coaches might wake up one day and decide i surpass your skills?” you knew exactly what nerve to hit him with, he seemed shocked by your words as you simply sighed. “have a nice day.” and with that, you walked off to home.

now that was about a month ago. from there on bruce had been giving his absolute all in the games against your team, which you definitely didn’t mind he was giving you the same energy back. yet he was absolutely persistent in going against you specifically. and he got his wish. but it ended up with your team loosing the biggest game of the season. and you felt like it was all your fault. you went up to the batting cage ready to bat, you hit the ball as per usual and ran to the first base, as you were running your glance had lingered to bruce. his eyes already on you and extremely unexpectedly. he had winked at you, with his usual sunny side smile. the action had definitely caught you off guard. making your jaw go slack for a minute before making contact with the grass. tripping over your own feet and sliding on the grass, staining your crisp white uniform pants with grass stains. you were supposed to be the tie breaker and here you were. on the ground, baseball cap slightly dropped down on your head. as the enemy team lifted bruce and cheered him on.

remember how you hated loosing? yeah, well this was definitely not your day. you just got finished shaking hands with the other team, admittedly a little aggressive. it was smeared all over your face, from the furrowed eyebrows, clenched fist and the mixture of the pouting lip and strong frown you had. there was no hiding you were absolutely bummed out. as you shook hands with bruce he chuckled slightly at the attitude you had. “seems like the coaches might not swap me out will they?” he whispered over to you. to which you simply rolled your eyes and scoffed, yanking your hand away from his before getting dismissed and grabbing your equipment going into the changing rooms to get back into your normal clothing. as you stepped out taking a sharp turn before almost bumping into bruce. who seemed equally as surprised. you crossed your arms defensively already not in the mood.

“now what is it now bruce? god you just don’t give up do you?“ you asked with a hint of amusement in your voice. adjusting the stance you had, leaning on one of the polls of the bleachers. you didn’t know why but you found yourself fighting a smile. as much as you were up his neck bickering at him for anything he did, you oddly found it enjoying. quickly scattering your attention back to bruce as he spoke. “i was thinking..to make up for your horrible-“ he quickly cut himself off once seeing the scowl on your face. “i mean your unfortunate win.” oh now he was just teasing with you. chuckling he shook his head dismissively, a stray curl resting in the middle of his forehead. “no need to get hostile” “oh i’ll show you hostile-“ not allowing you to actually show him what hostility really was, he swiftly slung your equipment bag over his shoulder. “i was wondering if..you’d like to go to that arcade off of 18th street..?” his voice was hesitant and his eyes slightly closed. possibly expecting the worse from you. he was never like this when he asked out any of the other girls or when he just casually spoke with them. it took you a minute to actually realize what he was saying. you blinked twice to comprehend it. with an exaggerated sigh you pretended to think about it and nodded.

“now you are so glad you are growing on me pretty boy bruce.” you teased, letting the smallest smile slip out. to which bruce seemed to get a kick out of. before sighing and shaking his head. “didn’t i tell you to please stop calling me that?” you simply shrugged with a sly smile, before taking his arm pulling it along as you walked. trying to fight off the burning sensation you felt in your face. before tugging him down to your level. “next game i’m gonna win and you better not try to play dirty.” unlike your usual semi-empty threats this one definitely didn’t sound like one at all. from all the giddiness you had felt dancing around in your stomach you couldn’t help but turn away and laugh a little as bruce watched in admiration. as the two of you started to walk again, hands inching towards each other little by little . admiring the nice sky above you two, accompanied by finney blake’s rocket shooting up into the sky.

maybe loosing wasn’t exactly bad this time?