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[keys-home]

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to those of you who haven't had the best Christmas. Merry Christmas to those in the hospital or who have loved ones in the hospital. Merry Christmas to those who are sick. Merry Christmas to healthcare workers and others who don't get to spend the day with their families. Merry Christmas to the eternal beast that lives in my hometown. Merry Christmas to all the people who are in warzones/genocide zones this year. Merry Christmas to each and every one of you, no matter how evil you think you are. You deserve something today, even if it's a hug or a deep breath. Take the time for yourself.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Alexia's Version): Christmas

Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader

Summary: Christmas with Bambi and Alexia

Christmas never used to be so busy, Alexia thinks to herself as she gets yet another paper cut trying to wrap presents.

It's a wonder that baby Jaume needed all this stuff but Alexia preserves as she wraps yet another stuffed football that everyone seems to be getting him.

You're easy to buy for though and the three model trains Alexia bought are already wrapped and under the tree as well as your new ballet pumps and the cute music box that plays some ballet melody that the woman at the shop said you would love.

"Mami?"

Your head pokes around the door frame, unbound hair swaying slightly with your movement.

Alexia smiles, ignoring the sting of her new paper cut as she extends her arms out for you.

You go into them willingly, settling on her lap.

"What is it, bambi? Is something wrong?"

She tries to rack her brain for everything that could have gone wrong. It's not been long since she picked you up from ballet and you went up to your room to find your train conductor's hat and build a whole new track for some of your older train models.

Alexia tries to think whether any of your shelves looked wobbly or if something could have fallen on you but you don't look injured and you don't seem to be crying either.

"No," You say and Alexia breathes an internal sigh of relief," Just forgot to give something to you."

Alexia hadn't noticed the little sheet of paper in your hands when you first came into her, too wrapped up in the idea that you had somehow gotten injured with something.

"But you can't read it!" You say quickly when Alexia goes to take it," Because the dance teacher said that only Santa's allowed to read it but we need to give it to our mummies so they can send it off to him."

"I won't read it," Alexia lies, pressing a soft kiss to your crown," And I'll send it straight off to Santa."

"Promise?"

"Straight off to Santa," Alexia repeats, adjusting your train conductor hat on your head," Now, why don't you head on upstairs again and I'll grab you when it's snack time?"

"Okay!"

You off up the stairs again and Alexia gently opens your letter to Santa once she hears your bedroom door click closed.

The words haunt Alexia for most of the night. Even as she lays in bed with Olga tucked under her arm and Jaume on the baby monitor on the bedside table.

Alexia slips out of bed, endlessly pacing the length of the house with the only light coming from her open laptop screen.

It's a complete whim that she books them, already knowing you're going to see a version of it over the Christmas period but Alexia just can't help herself.

"Mami?" You say weeks later as Alexia wraps a scarf around your neck," Where are we going?"

"I've got a surprise for you," Alexia says," Santa's spoken to me."

Instantly, your eyes go wide and you start chewing on the inside of the cheek.

"Am I on the naughty list?"

"Oh no," Alexia says quickly, drawing you into her arms," Not at all. You're actually on his nice list and, you know what?"

"What?"

"You're all the way at the top!" Alexia says," And kids all the way at the top get a Christmas gift early!"

"Oh," You say, cheeks going a little pink at the praise," And we're going out?"

"We are."

"And then Olga and Jaume are coming later?"

You glance behind you where Olga is feeding your little brother his dinner.

Alexia shakes her head. "Just us. Santa was very certain that had to be just us two."

"He was? So he did get my letter!"

"He did," Alexia agrees," So it's just going to be me and you tonight, bambi."

The words of your letter are still on Alexia's mind as she walks you into the theatre.

Dear Santa,

I'm sorry if I was a naughty girl this year but for Christmas, can you make sure my Mami doesn't forget me ever again?

Love y/n

"Mami?" You ask when Alexia's hands don't lift up from where they're covering your eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are we there yet?"

"Just one moment. Let me just...Yeah, just turn a little, bambi. That's it. Good girl."

You react just like Alexia had hoped you would - wide eyed in awe as you look around the reception area of the Ballet de Catalunya's performance of the Nutcracker.

You'd already seen a performance with your ballet class but that had been a semi-professional production from the adjoining ballet school for the older pupils.

This was a proper performance though and Alexia gently leads you over to buy some keepsakes for the evening before walking you up into the box seats she'd paid a stupid amount to get on short notice.

"Now," Alexia says as she sits down," I can't seem to remember the story of the Nutcracker. Can my favourite girl in the world explain it to me?"

[unbearableblog]

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Chapter 1

Summary Carmy’s actions towards the reader might eventually lead to consequences. Word count ~2,2k Warnings 18+, cursing, angst A/N  I have no beef (no pun intended) with Chicago. Everything I wrote is based on the feeling I got from the show and what I read about its history. I really hope you like this chapter as much as the first one. I know it's been a long time! I had a job, had health issues, actually went to Michelin restaurant and a bunch of other things. You're always welcome to share your thoughts.

Chapter 2

"Carm, I don't know about this..." you say and take a step back, shaking your head.

"Just try it," he says, seeing your hesitation. "It's okay, I got 'u."

Skeptically, you slowly take the knife and start chopping the greens in a "chef" way, the one he showed you just a second ago. Little by little, you do it. You barely breathe as the knife slices through freely and efficiently, but controlled enough to keep your fingers safe.

“Perfect, chef”

You turn to see Carmen's reaction. He is looking at the food, smiling, and then softly chuckles and turns to you. There is nothing but love in his eyes. Nothing but you.

"What do you mean it's not from him?" your sister asks with confusion.

"I don't know! It's not from fucking Carmen!" you yell while standing in her living room. The gift is right beside you, carefully placed on the round white coffee table in front of the couch.

"Who's it from then?" she asks just as calmly, almost chuckling.

"Another chef?" you use your arms dramatically to get your point across, frustrated at her not understanding.

"What chef? Girl, how many-"

"It's not from fucking Carm! Fuck! I don't know what to do!" you plop on the couch, hands covering your face.

Madeline sits down beside you. "What's going on? So what? You got some cinnamon buns, what's the big deal?"

"Because they're not from Carmen, that's the deal!" your head falls onto her shoulder, and she wraps you in her arms, rubbing your back.

"Tell me what's wrong."

You let your initial frustration out with the yelling, and the only thing left was sadness. Confusion. Disappointment.

"They're not from him. He's ignoring me."

"Ahhh, I see. And who are they really from?" she keeps moving her hand in circles while holding you, and that makes you feel much safer. You relax more and more.

"I went to the bakery today, remember? His old friend- or whatever they were- was the guy to teach Marcus."

"And why is he sending you gifts?" her voice sounds above you.

It's hard to think. You felt so much, and now your mind is drowsy. "I told him how much I love cinnamon buns. I guess it's just a courtesy."

"Wrapped with a red silk ribbon? And a written note? Yeah, nice courtesy.." she smirks at you.

"Stop," - she doesn't, "Stop!" you whine. "It can't be like that."

"Yeah? And what's stoppin' it?"

"I'm literally dating his friend."

"Are you though? You said it wasn't much of dating anymore. Does he know that?"

Fuck.

"Uhh..."

"Well, that's what I'm talking 'bout. The guy saw the chance and shot his shot. At least you know he cares about you. Look at that sugar! He must have used half the bakery's stash for that, I'll tell you that."

You laugh.

"No, seriously, don't eat them all in one sitting, I can feel my blood sugar rising from here."

You felt something else instead - hunger. You looked at Madeline and back at the box a couple of times and then reached for it. You took one bun for yourself and gave the other one to her. Both of you appreciated the beauty in your hands, and after a sigh, took a bite of heaven.

It was divine.

"Holy shit, Liv. His hands are a miracle."

But you knew that - you saw them with your own eyes.

Chicago is cold. So fucking cold. It wasn't unusual for you - after all, you grew up in Europe, but here it felt different. The streets felt blue and lonely as if Carmen was the only person who lived there. But again, it's not like you had much time to discover the city when all you did was related to Carmen. Your college had a very lenient schedule, meaning you had classes occasionally, and the remaining assignments you did at The Beef. Chicago is mostly a blue-collar town, and witnessing struggling people was not unusual. A sneaking thought would sometimes slither into your head, making you wonder if you would ever live here if it wasn't for Carmen. The atmosphere made you depressed. The Beef made you forget. All the bickering, no matter how much it sucked, involved people, and that meant that at least somewhere you would be noticed.

You loved Carmen so much, and seeing him struggle was your hell. So you gave up everything for him. Your own ambition went on the backburn - how could you when his brother just died? How could you when he had a whole business to run? When he would grasp his chest and wince, when he would look at you so lovingly, when your baby was in pain, everything was worth it.

You would do anything for him.

And then The Beef was becoming The Bear and you for sure had to shut up. Carmen had so much on his plate, and if only you held out for a little while until it opened, and then just a little more until you got it up and running and gave the money back to Uncle. Maybe then you could think about what you actually want and where to go with Carmen, how you want your relationship to grow, and where you want to travel. Then it would all be okay.

The phone is in your hand as you count the time in Chicago. It's 7 hours behind, and here it's almost afternoon, so it should be fine. You click on Carmen's number and hit "call".

Ring.

Ring.

Ri-

"Hi, Liv. How's Copenhagen?" it is so nice to hear his voice. Ugh, you miss him.

"Uhh, it's a lot. It's soo beautiful here, so much warmer too. It’s so much different from Chicago, I really needed this. I wish you were here.

"Listen, I- ...no, Cousin, I said-... no-no-no..." you listen closely and can hear Richie yelling back something about cold. Or mold? "I told you not to touch it!"

"I'm sorry, I gotta go. Call you sometime," he hangs up.

You silently put the phone on the table.

"Have you talked to Carmy?" you blurt out, continuing the walk across the water like that question was not divided into a thousand different statements.

You promised Marcus to show him the city. He, in turn, encouraged you to try even more pastry, They were good, delicious, even, but your mind kept going back to what you had earlier.

"Yeah. He was super stoked that I loved the boat. Said he didn' doubt it. And that he couldn't find the cat either-"

Fucking asshole.

"- so don't feel down, it's probably somewhere out there, stealing the food in the city," he smiles at the thought, probably imagining a sneaky cat grabbing a fish at the market while the owner turned away.

"Oh. Good to know." You are boiling with anger. At this point, it's starting to get to you. You're tired of caring. Carmen made his decision.

You decide to forget about him and focus on the peaceful water around you, beautiful architecture and so many people. That's the one thing you always loved - you never knew who you would meet or what you could learn from a stranger. Copenhagen was so different from Chicago. That place, maybe the Beef mainly, sucked you in and the rest of the world didn't matter. Here, otherwise. It felt.. open. This place felt enough as it is, but it somehow reminded you of the rest of the world too, encouraged you, moved you. You would never admit it, but you felt so free. What was the next thing you would do? Next place you could go? Why weren't you thinking about that in Chicago? You were still so young...

Was it all a mistake?

The next sleepless night you decided to join Marcus again. You walked in and plopped your bag on a chair. Luca was already quick on his feet, of course.

It’s 5 AM, how is he so productive?

After short greetings, the three of you continued with business.

You watched them talk about types of dough, what flavors go together best, and the secrets of the art of cooking, and then it was time for Marcus to put his skills into practice. It was always a little nerve-racking, as if it was you trying.

After a while, Marcus went outside to call his mom and Luca took the time to clean up. This was your chance.

“Hey…” you began.

How do you even ask it? Thank you for the orgasm-inducing pastry? Did you mean to flirt with your friend’s girlfriend?

“Yeah, Liv,” he’s turned away from you, but you can hear the smile in his voice. God, his accent.

“Thank you,” you decided to go with simplicity.

“You’re welcome. Was it enough?”

An “oh god, yes” came out involuntarily.

“Good”. He smiled pridefully again.

You began to understand that Luca is not a man of many words.

He stopped cleaning the surface adjacent to the wall, and turned towards the table in the middle of the room, the one they practiced on. Luca’s mind seemed busy for a moment.

“Do you wanna try?” he looked up expectantly.

“Oh, no-” you immediately answered. All that time you spent cooking with Carmen didn’t really amount to a lot, and even Marcus was struggling with these desserts, you wouldn’t wanna -

“Why not? Marcus said you were an honorary chef. I’d like to see your skills.”

“Here,” Luca said assertively and handed you the piping bag. You smiled awkwardly and shook your head making up an excuse, which was pointless because he followed up with an assertive “take it”, which you couldn’t resist. Oh god.

Hesitantly, you took the hefty piping bag in your hands and attempted to copy the swirl nearby.

A minute later you took a step back to judge your work. It didn’t look anything like his. Luca came a little closer to see better.

“Softer,” he corrects after a short inspection. You hunch over the table to try your luck again.

“No, like this,” he suddenly placed his palm entirely over yours and leaned closer so that his shoulder controlled yours. Your breath hitched. Only Carmen gets this close.

His body guiding yours seemed to work, and you got the exact amount of pressure and curve needed to pipe the filling.

“Flawless, chef,” and you see that his eyes aren’t on pastry anymore. You notice up close how warm-toned his skin is. Are those.. freckles?

Beat.

The high-pitched screech of the door made you jump and rapidly step out of Luca’s half-hug. He remained as he was, only placing his hand on the counter now.

“Everything alright?” The question surprised you but it turned out it wasn't for you.

“Yeah, mama’s good”, Marcus responded lightly. “I think we can go now tho. Thank you so much for the lesson.”

His eyes caught the imperfect practice rounds, which surely couldn't belong to a seasoned chef.

“You tried these when I was out?”

“Yeah, Liv did it”

You turned to Luca with a face. You kinda had no choice.

“Liv!” he beamed. “I’ve been telling you to try something! I can't believe I missed it. Man, you don’t know how long I’ve been tryna get her to work on pastry, she loves’em so much! Denmark is truly a land of wonders, I’ll tell ya” Luca openly laughed. For such an enigma like him, you took that as a sign that he was warming up to both of you.

You both went out to the fresh air and then headed home. Madeline was out so you were free to enjoy a cup of tea in a soft chair by yourself. As the hot water left a burn on your tongue, you reflected on the past days.

Moments like these were rather rare with Carm when he was slow, quiet and gentle. They were especially rare now when both of you were so busy. You knew he wasn’t always this patient with chefs. Somehow Luca’s felt different.

And then a thought struck you.

You didn’t see him coach Marcus like that.

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[russellsppttemplates]

I’m sorry if this is too repetitive but I just love Herve being a momma’s boy so could you please do another scenario where reader is busy with Amelia but he’s just super clingy

Note: please, dad!driver is my favourite!

"Mama, I need your help with this!", Hervé called from the playroom while you changed Amélie's diaper in the nursery, cooing at your little girl to make sure she stayed awake for her feed.

"I'm with Amélie, amour, I'll be with you in a minute, okay?", you called back, popping the buttons in your daughter's overalls and pulling her up to your chest, "your brother needs company, bébé", you said as you pulled her to latch, walking to the playroom when she seemed to be well.

"What took you so long to come?", Hervé asked genuinely and not necessarily with a harsh tone.

"Hervé, I told you I was with Amélie - you have to understand that there's only one of me to go around and I can't be everywhere every time, okay?", you tried to explain it to him again, not using a scolding tone but ensuring he understood that it was something serious, "That's not how you should ask someone why they haven't gotten to you yet either, okay? You have to be a little more patient, Hervé", you brushed his hair.

"But I also want you with me", he pouted as he gathered the building blocks, "I wanted to make this one but it never sits right", he explained as he pointed to the picture in the box.

"You have me, Hervé, I'm not going anywhere, but sometimes Amélie needs me more and I have to help her, and you can wait a little bit until I come to you, okay? Does that sound like a nice deal?", you checked with him.

"Yes, mama", he smiled cheekily, touching his sister's foot and kissing it, "can Amélie play with us?".

"Now she's eating, and then I'm sure she'll fall asleep, but we can try, amour, I bet she'll love to watch all of the colours", you offered as you sat down with him.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[simplylena-9]

Amour et espoir

Chapter one — New life new you

Summary: Having to move isn't great, leaving out behind everyone and everything you love for a new life and country is challenging and nerve wracking,but trying to find friendships and even love is even harder.

Sure,moving out of your childhood home isn't the best — it takes a while to adjust that you are indeed leaving something you grew,you once loved and cherished to be left behind,the realization hitting harder than it needed.

There you were,in the car, taking the dead pan of the time, that you are, indeed leaving your childhood house,your friends,you everything — isn't that the best huh?

Y'know,maybe it's a nice change of pace and space, y'know,with new places,new opportunities and new chances,new ways of finding out how to speak to you math teacher because you just need one more point to pass the class but she wouldn't for fucks sakes give it to you. Maybe it's a new way to meet someone new,maybe fall in love,maybe make friendships that last. Yeah,maybe like that,you tried convincing yourself, looking out the window of the car...yeah...maybe.

"Soo,how are we feeling about this moving? Is this exciting?" Your mother said, grinning widely. Yeah,very,so much to the point I want to jump and be excited I'll go to a new school,have to meet new people and build up friendships, just amazing! You thought to yourself,as you silently nodded and agreed with your mom,not entirely content with the whole ordeal.

"You know you're going to that amazing school, Voltaire, doesn't it sound nice? I'm sure you'll get friends. Plus,if it makes you feel any better, just this year they're adding girls into an all boys school!" Oh yeah. Great. Are they as annoying as the smelly, pubescent teen boys my brother had in his class who sell porn magazines the schools bathroom? You sighed, feeling bored and tired. But hey,maybe. just maybe. A tinsy insty bit this will come out great. I mean you're not embarrassing yourself by coming in the middle of the year or something right?? And the girls will be as lost as you right?? Maybe, just maybe you'll make amazing friends,besides your other two,and y'know what, you'll, you'll send letters and calls with your childhood friend's! You'll keep in contact! Yes! Of course!

Hey...maybe moving is not so bad.

Morning of Monday — 1963, the sun shined bright outside your winow,the half open window you had the night before ent warm waves of air from outside, you're, Fluffy, looking out of the window at the bird trough the half open curtains. You're eyes fluttered open, getting used to the warm light that hugs the room. Stretching,you sat up,looking around. Great,the first day of school at Voiltaire, how bad can it be? You sat up yawning as you looked around at the still packed boxes in your room filled with diferent objects,from your clothes to the different jewelry and objects you've collected troughout the years. You sat up,petting Fluffy and going towards the bathroom. Getting in the shower, then doing you're normal routine of washing your face and styling your hair,then going and picking up the said school outfit. It was something simple,a white blouse with short sleeves,a plain black skirt,white stockings and Mary Janes. Nothing too etravagant,just school appropiate outfit,then heading down to eat.

" Look at you, rise and shine darling!" Your mother said,smilling widelyas she put a plate down for you,you're father as he normaly did,reading the newspaper and drinking what you've guessed cofee,as the youngest,you're brother sat quietly and ate his breakfast. You nodded, taking a seat, and looking at what you're put on the plate. An egg,a saussage and some tea,not bad way of waking up. '' Thank you,'' You said,still into your own thoughts,taking a bite as she smiled at you,you're father looking at both you and you're brother,then his eyes going back to the newspaper. ''So,first day of school huh? How exciting!'' She asked you and your brother,then her eyes darting between you and him and then you father. You nodded and took a bite of your egg,damn,she seemed more excited than you. ''I don't think it'll be as bad as you think it is.'' Your father said taking a sip of his coffee as you're brother smiled at him and nodding,at least he was more optimistic about this whole thing. ''Yeah,it won't be,you're not going to be the only girl.'' You brother added taking a sip of his tea,you're mother humming in agreement,and you couldn't help but nodd also in agreement,trying to be as optimistic as him. Their right,it's not going to be that bad will it?

You finished you're food, thanking and saying you're goodbyes as you took your schoolbag,heading out, getting yourself hyped up to go and take everything like an champ.

The walk to school was awkard,walking alone as you silently looked at ground,thoughts swriling trough your head. Besides that,it was quite the quiet time, only a few people glacing your way because you were new, or the birds chirping around.

Looking towards the entrance of the school,you took a look at it. It was huge,with thick bricked walls and the entrance being out of metal bars connected to each other. Male students passed by, looking at you,with either confused or straight up glaring as the walked in. You took a deep breath. This is going to be a new chapter of your life,and you'll make the most out of it. Walking trough the entrance,the eyes didn't stop,more than a few boys looked at you, trying to make logic in why you are here. There were a few guys...well more than a few,some sat on the benches,some talked with their friends as some ran to meet they're other close colleagues. There was a boy,who pointed your way,on some the said benches, laughing at you with his colleagues. From what have you seen from a first glance,he had light brown hair and glasses,wearing the uniform. Whatever they talked about was definitely great per say huh,he must be a ray of sunshine to be around. Biting the inside of your cheek and getting yourself hyped,you started walking again,not taking the staring much more than something mere.

Seiing another two girls,looking just as lost and as nervous as you,walking over to them. New life,new me, you resaid in you're head for the one thousand time,walking over to them,eating your nerves.

Introducing yourself,you saw that they looked just as relieved as you did.

''I'm MIchelle and this is Simone.'' The golden haired girl said turning her eyes at the brown haired bob the girl next to her had,as she grinned at you back.

''We really thought we were the only girls,it was mind wrechking.'' She said,as her friend nodded.

''I was just as nervous as you both,amazing shoes Michelle,how did your mom let you wear those?'' You said,looking at them,you wouldve been dead if you've got caught in that by you're mom.

''Don't know,i was feeling like i'd get lectured on wearing them,but my mom somehow left me to pass'' She said smilling,Simone being just as amazed as you.

As you stayed in the campus of the school you've got pretty aquatainted with the girls,them both being a great company. You payed no attetion to the students that passed by,as more and more girls have started to enter the schools gate.

This felt like a good thing,have new found frineds,new found confidence and being in new surroundings felt like an amazing thing.

Maybe this will be as promising as it looks.

[mari-lair]

It's your au, having fun is always the most important part of it! And while I don't agree with a lot of things, for the role Akane has in the au, it does works + writing newspaper about an exorcist sounds fun, it would give Akane a brand new world to chew.

Now, you asked my personal opinion of his role as Mitsuba, so I'll be honest: I don't see him fitting Mitsuba's arc in a way that doesn't destroy his characterization.

"Rude kid who can't empathize with people and wish for a friend that won't leave him for being too harsh" is the opposite of Akane's character.

Strap in, I rambled a lot here.

Akane is one of the most popular guys in school (which i have proof, check it here) and he is loved by many people that he is openly rude to.

Think of Lemon: They are friend, neither of them is trying to please the other. When they hang out is because they want to.

Akane doesn't try to be nice to Lemon, we see him beat Lemon up a lot, their very introduction in the manga is Akane yelling/knocking Lemon down from his lackluster performance.

Which means when Akane is kind to Lemon he isn't trying to paint himself in a good light, he is empatizing and trying to help. I find it sweet how he used his power as a class representative to help Lemon not get in trouble with school work that he had forgotten to do.

The panel above is part of his oficial introduction in the manga. Nene is the one that says Akane is "kind and friendly to everyone, no exception"

And we know how rude Akane is to her.

So why would she call him 'friendly and kind?'.

Well, because he is. You'll never see someone call him sweet, he is not like Nene or Kou, which is usually the kind of bubbly image people get when they hear that someone is 'friendly', but he is approachable and he does care about people a lot.

Let's go back to the scene above where he is being a judgemental little shit to Nene. Akane is in the middle of work when Nene greets him, cause he have a tool box in his hand + he have been helping everyone the entire night so is fair to assume he is still doing one of the many tasks people need him for.

Despite how draining the night have been Akane was going to put his duty on hold (which would make him more overworked later) to see what Nene needed from him.

He doesn't even say "This better be important!", he just goes along: If she seeked him why would he turn her away?

This isn't even the first time Akane helps Nene. He was the one that suggested Nene to take Kou to the festival after hell of mirrors got Kou depressed.

Akane have been friendly since he was a small child.

Did you ever wonder why out of everyone Akane was Aoi's only friend during her childhood?

It's not because he was his neighbor and that's convinient. It's because he was the only kid nice enough to be alarmed when people were mean to Aoi, the only one who befriended the 'cold and untouchable girl.'

Aoi was his friend before his crush, they always seem to be having fun on their flashbacks, and it's clear Akane wasn't forcing himself to be nice to her when they met (look at the judgemental look he sends Aoi on the art where he takes her out of the rain + We know Akane could be mean/careless enough to make Aoi cry)

The effortless way people flock to him is constantly used to contrast Aoi's isolation.

This boy was never alone, his fatigue is because he is always surrounded, always the first option, always sought after. Always complaining but trying to help.

Add in his work with the clock keepers and god damn it of course he is always in a bad mood. I would too, give this boy a break.

Even at sleeptime people are comfortable enough to call him to come help (Kou isn't even from his class, this is not Akane taking his class representative duties seriously, he is just going 'Fine, I'll help')

What he suck at isn't empathizing, is being sweet or tactful.

Let's take Nene's breakdown as an exemple: Akane is visibly distressed by her tears, he asks what's wrong and looks for something to say, sweating in silence, and cracking his head, trying to find something to say that would help her.

He isn't close to Nene, and despite it not being Nene's fault, a part of him must be comflicted about Aoi's death being for her survival, so he can't just hug her, he also isn't an optimistic or a fan of lies so he won't go 'is okay we'll be fine!' when he feel just as depressed about Aoi's death as Nene. He is too prideful and honest to give someone a fake smile and empty words just because it is 'the right thing to do'.

He does try to help her keep her head up by saying "Let's team up" which you may scoff at, after all, it isn't something that happened, Akane stay with Teru and Nene with Kou during the rescue arc, but it is implied that this was an invitation he was willing to go through with.

If Nene didn't have Kou and his optimism available (which is something Nene greatly preffers over Akane's harsh and realistic approach to 'comfort', something I go into more detail here.) and she decided to stick by Akane's side, needing the support of her 'miserable about their situation' buddy , Akane wouldn't have abandoned Nene.

Same tough approach for Teru: When Teru vents, Akane never goes 'ooh poor you,' or 'you did your best' he get annoyed that his upperclassman is whining when they should be focusing on Aoi's rescue, he does not want to do this. But he still respect his woes enough to sit down and pause their rescue plans to listen.

Anyways, the point is: His arc is not related to isolation, regrets, or learning to socialize. It's about arrogance.

Akane is the guy people have been relying on for ages, so he grew up used to doing things himself and being rewarded love and respect for his resilience, for being able to help with anything.

His fatal flaw is that when he make a judgement he assume he is right and stick to it forever. When possible, he tries to do things by himself, not because he doesn't have anyone he can ask for help but because he believes that he is capable. That he can do it alone.

His judgement/arrogance problem isolates him from his loved ones too.

Think of Aoi, his darling who he would sacrifice anything to make her happy.

He knew she hid her emotions behind a mask, pretending nothing bothers her, and he also knew she likes when he gives her attention, so he assumed that "Aoi play it cool but she likes when I give her big gestures of love"

Which at the time was true.

HOWEVER, he kept this belief unchanged even when they started to drift apart, assuming that confessions made her happy so if she is down is because he isn't showing her enough love, he should do it more.

"I'm the one that can solve this. I am the problem if she isn't happy" -> that's self centered and arrogant.

Not once did he question why he never got more than two points, even when Aoi said she wants to die he assumed showing her more love would be the answer.

Look at this clown, he really though reassuring her that he still loves her after she stabbed him is what he needed to do instead of asking her why what he have been doing doesn't make her feel loved anyone.

It took Aoi explaining explicitly what the problem was for Akane to understand he was wrong and his actions worsened the problem.

And since he prioritizes her comfort over his pride, he did rechange his behavior, but it is still an issue that it took him so long to notice the problem! I swear if Aoi never sat down and explained everything, Akane would still be showing his concern like this, fully believing he is doing 'what Aoi loves'

instead of doing this:

Akane still need to work on his pride but he is doing much better. This ramble is getting long enough as it is though, so i'll stop it here.

[inkstainsonmysheets]

The Black Cat. A Bookshop for the Magical and Mysterious.

(Operation Evermore in progress.) ᝰ. Welcome to The Black Cat-the best bookshop in town...But also the one with the strangest secrets.

Oh no! Someone is planning to attack The Black Cat! We must keep all of our residents-I mean-books safe!

¡CODE RED! ¡CODE RED!

OPERATION EVERMORE (May 22nd-June 14th)

IS A GO IN 3...2...1.

The store still needs to run, as they say the show must go on! (for followers/moots).

a moment in time, a moment for us. a moodboard based on a book, a book bf/gf, or even a genre of your choosing!

potions and pastries.

every good book needs a treat. which treat would you rather a strange concoction or a delicious delicacy? remember to tell the chef what you’re reading…

coffee date?

chat over a cup of coffee with the Bookshop's owner. share your interesting or unpopular book opinions and talk about the mysterious sightings you've seen in town...

maybe in another life..?

the perfect match for you. tell us a bit about yourself (include gender preference plz) and you’ll be on a fictional date…!

we’re all a little mad here.

a book quote just for you, random or from a book or ship inspired.

Calling all Agents! (for moots only).

now hiring.

the store is under attack but we need more hands on deck! take an interview to see what your role will be in the bookstore. our current agents will make sure your trustworthy...!

(this is for the mootie patooties who didn't do this last time, so if you've already done it dw i've got something else for you)

a ticking time bomb.

tick tok, tick tok, the clock is going on second by second. what we happen to the store...! the story of you in this operation.

(me writing about what you're doing based on the job i gave you from now hiring, think impossible missions, heists, and stealing top secret information).

and i would never love another like you.

after a long day of missions and mayhem, you return to the quiet (or somewhat) moments of home, in the arms of your lover (book bf/gf).

Bookshop Rules!

only four reqs per person. -pretty self explanatory, four reqs per follower/moot only please! send your reqs to the inbox! -send reqs to my ask box with the name of the event you would like to participate in!

-please send only one req/event per ask!

-if you are participating in now hiring please answer the questions after you've clicked on the link! the directions are on that post! Operation Evermore is running for a limited time! -i can't answer asks concerning the "operation/mission" after June 14th! sorry, summer is rly busy!

please be patient!

-please patient if i haven't gotten to your request just yet! i'm traveling during this event, so i'll try my best.

what's the golden rule again?

-be nice to others, me, and yourself please!

quick note: i love you guys so much. thank you for a hundred followers and fifty followers-what?! im still in shock also thanks for all the love and support especially the last month! i hope you enjoy!

tags: @7975348473 @talahs-reading-library @elysianwayy77 @hopeless-umii @shootingstargirl2001 @shattered-glass-roses @liaisbroke @musiwashere @lunarlee101 @lovethornes @foreverwinter22 @balladofareader @haeerizm @telugu-girl-13 @bookworm-fangirl1 @book-nerd-emi @caramelmiacchiato @jjsblueberry @anintellectualintellectual+ all my other moots!

[grey342]

you're amazing 👏🏻 👏🏻👏🏻

could you write something about Phil asking reader to marry him? saw the first hangover movie recently and this man screams husband material 🥵

Marry me?

Phil Wenneck x reader

synopsis - Phil's and his girlfriend go out for their anniversary and she notices he's acting different.

warnings - Phil being nervous (he's adorable) and reader being oblivious.

authors note - Thank you! You guys are too nice to me, making me blush and kick my feet frrr🤭. I love this request so much and I TOTALLY agree. Again so sorry for this coming out so late 😀 I promise I’m working on it for you guys! Lmk what you think and send in any more requests you have!

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

Holy shit.

Tonight is your four year anniversary and he's acting so weird.

You noticed first when you were both getting ready to go. Fidgeting with his hands, wiping the sweat from his brow and constantly tapping his pocket.

You tried to ignore it but it was becoming more and more difficult as time went on. You struggled to understand why he would be behaving like this, the night was going perfectly.

You were at your favourite restaurant, outside by the beach. You were even alone which was strange considering this place is usually packed with people. The table was covered with rose petals and candles. The sun was setting beautifully, it was the perfect night.

"Isn't it pretty?" You ask looking at him.

"Hm? What?" He stumbles on his words. You smile softly and take his hand in yours, an attempt to comfort him.

"The view," you say looking out, "isn't it pretty?"

"Yes..Yes it is." He replies looking at you. You look at him, blushing when you realise. You notice his smile drop slightly and it's replaced with the same expression he's been wearing all night. You rub your thumb over the back of his hand, gaining his attention.

"Sweetie?" You call.

"Hm?" He mumbles.

"Is everything okay?" His eyes look directly into yours, widened with panic.

"Wha-What do you mean? Everything's fine, why wouldn't it be fine?" He responds too quickly for your liking.

"Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything." You smile at him.

“I know” he places his other hand on top of yours, “ everything is fine I promise.” He forces a smile. You’re still not convinced but you let it go not wanting to cause an argument on your anniversary. You look back out, when he takes a deep breath and calls to you.

“Baby..”

“Yea - holy shit" You whisper, stunned by the sight before you. Phil down on one knee with a velvet box in his hand.

"Alright, you know i'm not good with the sappy crap," you chuckle quietly, "but 'm gonna try my best. When I first met you I thought you were the most annoying bitch I had ever met. I mean in my entire life and i've met some bitchy women let me tell yo-"

"Phil,"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe..don't talk about other women when your proposing to me."

"Oh, yeah. Whatever, the point was you were a cunt," you let out a loud laugh, this calms him instantly, "but the more I got to know you, the more I realised how beautiful you are. Inside and out. You made me feel things I had never felt before, you trusted me enough to show your vulnerable side and that made me want to do that with you. I know we've had our tough patches but, you pulled us through it. Never giving up on us. Never giving up on me." Tears are blurring your vision.

"Anyway let's cut the bullshit and get to the important bit.," you kick him lightly, he giggles, "My love, my life, will you marry me?" The tears are rolling down your cheeks now, you can even see tears brimming his eyes.

"Yes, yes..Yes! Of course i'll marry you!" He stands up pulling you with him and embraces you. He grabs your hand and places the ring on your finger. You admire it for a couple seconds before he grabs your face and pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with so much love you felt yourself getting choked up again.

"I love you so much." He whispers.

"I know.." You reply, he chuckles in response and closes the gap between your lips once more. Your heart beaming, excited for what the future will bring you.

[winchester-reload]

I love this so much and I just cannot stop coming back to stare at it again and again. Is there anywhere I could buy a print of it? I do not see it on your Redbubble and I LOVE it so p, so, so, much. (Apologies that I could not figure out how to link your original post of this art so you would know what I am talking about)

It makes me so happy you love that piece, my friend. I like it quite a lot too! It's nice to know Dean and Cas are doing their part to conserve water in these trying times ;)

I desperately need to update my art on Redbubble and my website. The good news is, you can order a custom print of your choice from the link here. Just add the title "Steal Away" in the custom request box when it prompts you. (you can also just write "hurt/comfort bathtub destiel" or something to that effect too. I'll know what you mean.)

If you have any problems with it, feel free to send me a dm or another ask!

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Seo Changbin x F!Reader TW : reader suffers from migraines ; arguments ; i'm gonna make this one absolutely vicious, i love writing arguments ; angst of course as usual ; Word Count : 2.6k Request : @kurolils : I'll try not to give a lot of details cause it's your story not mine but I was thinking of something angsty (ofc wtf) with changbin (ofc wtf) , like the reader and him got into a really bad argument (you can decide the plot of that) and she has really bad migraines (I'm relating here) so when they're mad at each other, she doesn't want to be pushy pr clingy so she doesn't say anything to him but when the migraine gets like really bad, she calls him :) AN : migraines are so fricking bad and I hope yours don't affect you too badly :'( BUT! It definitely isn't abusive to send in another request, send in all the requests you want!!! I love it! I love your ideas! And Binnie definitely needs more attention in my ask box (and in my masterlist)!

Here comes another one, you thought to yourself as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to mentally ward off the sudden throbbing in your head, pinging right behind your eye. Just one more hour until you could get off work and go home, and then you’d see your boyfriend who always managed to make you feel better… Although you weren’t sure if the migraine actually went away or if his presence alone was enough to have you forgetting that it was there in the first place. 

“Is it bothering you again?” Your coworker asked, leaning across the counter that you had been slouched over, trying to block out anything that would only add to the pain in your head. You simply grunted in agreement, not daring to lift your head, worried that the bright fluorescent lights would only trigger the migraine to start full force once again. “It’s dead here today, you can go home if you want. I’m sure the last thing you want to deal with are customers.” 

He was right, the store was always dead at the beginning of the week, and you hated being scheduled those days. “You’re sure you’ll be okay?” You asked, your head still buried in your arms. He hummed softly in agreement, gently patting your shoulder before making his way around to the back of the counter to take your spot. “Thanks… I’ll cover one of your shifts if you ever need me to.” You said as quietly as possible, worried that your own voice meeting your ears would only worsen the throbbing in your head. 

“Don’t worry about that, just text me when you get home so I know you made it there okay.” And you nodded to his words, pulling your sunglasses out of your bag and placing them on before walking out of the store. He was always so nice, he looked out for you, and in a way, he reminded you a lot of your boyfriend, that’s why it was so easy to get so close to him. You’d have to remember to thank him when you got home, but all that was on your mind right now was the pleasant thought of going home, closing all the blinds, and waiting that extra hour for Changbin to get home so you could cuddle up next to him. 

You hadn’t realized that you had fallen asleep on the couch, but you were actually quite happy that you did. By the time Changbin walked through the front door and your eyes slowly opened, it felt like you were in the clear, the banging pain in your head had all but completely subsided. “You’re home early.” Changbin commented, noticing that all the windows had been practically blacked out by the shutters and the shades, he knew what it meant, and he kept his voice as low as possible as he kicked off his shoes and walked over to the couch where you were laying. “Did it get bad again?” 

Slowly nodding your head, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position and stretched, ready to make room for Changbin to scoot in beside you. “Jaemin saw that I was hurting and he said I could go home… Oh… Shit, I have to text him to thank him.” You muttered, pulling your phone out and unlocking it, so focused on sending out the text that you didn’t even hear Changbins sigh of annoyance. “Did you want to order something to eat and watch a movie or something?” You asked after sending out the text, placing your phone down on the coffee table and scooting over. 

“Why don’t you just ask Jaemin to come over and watch the movie with you.” Changbin mumbled, eyeing the spot that you made beside yourself for him to sit in before dropping down into the recliner behind him. “He can even take you out to a fancy dinner or something.” The thumping in your head was slowly returning, accompanied by the pounding of your heart that you could hear in your ears, although you weren’t sure if it was racing because you were upset or because you were angry. 

Changbin had never made such accusations before, and while he hadn’t flat out accused you of such a thing, you could read into his words and his tone and you knew exactly what he meant. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just being ridiculous.” You muttered, deciding to stretch out on the couch once more since he was being that way. “Do you want to order dinner or not?” You asked, not even bothering to open your eyes as you asked the question. 

“I don’t know, maybe we should ask Jaemin what he wants just in case he comes over to check on you.” Changbin snidely retorted and your eyes rolled behind your eyelids as you let out a small huff of air through your nose. “Or maybe… maybe I should just go back to the dorms and you and Jaemin can enjoy a nice little dinner in my house watching my TV.” He sounded so cocky and truthfully it was disgusting, and it made your head hurt worse. 

“I’d argue with you, I’d give you that satisfaction if my head wasn’t already pounding… But you knew that when you came in and you continue to bicker. So maybe you should leave, or maybe I should leave. Clearly you’ve got some shit going on, and truthfully, I can’t fucking handle it right now.” You snapped, taking a deep breath and sinking deeper into the cushions of the sofa, waiting to hear the sound of the recliner moving back into place when Changbin got up, but it was silent. Was he just going to sit there and continue the foolish argument until your head felt like it was going to explode? 

The short answer… Yes. Yes he would. “If I leave you’ll just have him come over… And if you leave, you’ll just run to him. Either way you and him are getting exactly what you want, right? Why string me along if he’s so much better? Huh?” You honestly didn’t know where this was coming from, but the more he assumed, the angrier you got. 

“You know what? It’s fucking bullshit that you come in here, pretending to give a shit about me, saying shit like… like people at my work should be more understanding of what I go through… And then when there’s one fucking employee who does notice, who does understand, you jump to these batshit insane conclusions that couldn’t be further from the truth. Nothing will make you happy! My head hurts enough already, and then trying to think of ways to fucking please you only makes it hurt worse. So if you’re going to just keep coming at me, I’d rather you not… Or at least wait until I can take another ibuprofen and my headache clears up enough to handle more of your bullshit.” You snapped, your voice cracking as your throat closed up. You were on the verge of tears, although it wasn’t from being upset, it was from being angry and in pain and you just wanted to sleep it all away. 

“You know what, I’ll just go.” Changbins hands flew up in the air before slapping down against his lap as he pushed himself up to his feet. “Make sure Jaemin takes his shoes off before he walks on my carpet though.” He always had to have that last word, the last jab of the knife. If you had the energy, you would have flipped him off, but you were just exhausted. You didn’t have the energy to fight, you didn’t even want to fight, he had started it. It wasn’t until you heard the front door slam shut that you finally let yourself cry, but even that was tiresome, and you ended up just crying yourself to sleep. 

You weren’t quite sure how much time had passed, but you were happy to see that the sun had finally set, unless it was in the wee hours of the morning and it was just about to rise. That happiness quickly died when you remembered what had happened right before you fell asleep, the sudden lonely feeling and the feeling of emptiness shrouding you like a cloak as you looked around the empty apartment.

At the moment, it didn’t matter though. You knew that he was okay, he was probably at the dorms with the guys having a great time to get his mind off of what he thought was going on. Meanwhile, you still hadn’t eaten and your stomach was now growling at you to feed it. You could get through the rest of the night without him, maybe it was for the best if you both had some distance from each other as much as you hated it. 

You thought you’d be okay, you were okay, you had made it to the kitchen, you had gotten the food out of the fridge, you had managed to even start preparing it, but then, as if from out of the dark, it kicked in again. This time it was worse, or maybe it just felt worse because everything else that was going on. It truly felt like your head had been slammed into a brick wall and your vision became blurry and you felt sick and everything was just awful and you couldn’t help but cry as you dropped down to the kitchen floor, your knees curling against your chest, your hand fumbling for your phone in your pocket as you called the only person you knew could help. 

“Look, I said that I’d leave. You said you wanted space. I don’t want to argue, I think we should just talk about this-” 

“B-Binnie…” You whimpered, sniffling loudly as your body trembled, trying not to throw up, trying so hard to not focus on the pain, but trying not to focus only made it hurt worse. His end was quiet though, aside from the distant murmuring of some of the guys, although you couldn’t make it out, especially considering you were breathing so heavily from crying, the only thing you could really hear was your own whimpers and sobs. “Please come home…” 

The sound of a car door, and then the revving of an engine. “I’m coming, sweetheart, just stay where you’re at. Where are you right now? What were you doing?” It was the Binnie that you knew and loved speaking right now, but it was so different from the Changbin that had sat across from you in the living room just a little while ago. Right now you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, you simply needed him there with you, his voice soft and sweet as he talked you through the pain. 

“Kitchen… I… I was hungry…” You stammered, and then you hiccuped, the sudden jolt seemingly shifting your stomach and causing you to retch. “S-Sorry…” You whispered, and you heard Changbin sigh softly, although you weren’t sure if it sounded that way because he pulled his phone away or if he was just trying to be quiet because he knew what was going on. 

“I’ll be home shortly, and then I’ll order us something to eat. You remember what we talked about the last time this happened and I wasn’t there? You remember what I told you to do?” He was trying his best to keep your mind off of the ache, and it was working in a way, your mind now trying to clear the fog to think about what you’d do if this happened while he was on tour. He’d sit on the phone with you for hours, and if he was in the middle of a show while it happened, he had set up his voicemail just for you so you could listen to his voice to help you a little bit until he could call you back. “Just listen to me talk and…-” 

“And take deep breaths…” You sputtered out, your breaths coming a little bit too quickly right now which wasn’t helping in the nausea department. “Count to ten…” You continued, squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could as you tried to visualize the numbers popping up in your head while listening to him talk. He wasn’t really talking about anything in particular, his voice was just something for you to focus on, something to calm you in a way. 

It wasn’t long… or maybe it was… until Changbin came walking through the front door. The entire apartment was pitch black, but he knew that flicking on any lights would only make things worse, so he used his phone screen to shine a light across the floor until he made it to the kitchen where you were still sitting curled up against the cabinets. “Did you take your medicine today?” He asked as he squatted down on the floor next to you, his hand wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead that you didn’t even notice had built up. 

Your medicine, which you often forgot to take, especially when you were in a hurry, had just now crossed your mind now that Changbin had brought it up. “No…” You mumbled sheepishly, and he tsked his tongue, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it right now. Instead, he helped you to your feet, but once you were on them, he gently lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom and then carefully laying you down. 

“I don’t want you to take it now… You have to take it in the morning…” He whispered, and although the room was dark, you could tell he wasn’t looking at you because you couldn’t see the moon reflected in the whites of his eyes. “I’m sorry… For the way I acted. It was uncalled for, and I got jealous… Stupidly jealous. I just… I don’t like the idea of another guy taking care of you. It kind of pisses me off…” 

“Kind of?” You questioned, and you would have laughed if the situation didn’t feel so serious. “You walked out on me… That hurt, Binnie…” You softly explained as shortly as possible. “I’d like to think that I make it perfectly clear that I love you… Only you… You’re the only person I want to take care of me…” You reached out in the darkness, your hand brushing along his back where you could feel the outline of his muscles that you mapped with your fingertips. 

“You do… You do.” He repeated himself, running his hands over his face, and you felt him shiver slightly from your touch. “I know you love me… I know you feel that way… I just… I want to be the only person that takes care of you, the only person who looks out for you. Sometimes I feel like… Like since I’m gone so much… You’ll find someone else to take care of you like I should.” 

“Bin…” You sighed out his name, pushing yourself up onto your knees and draping your arms over his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck and placing light kisses against his skin. “I don’t want anyone else to take care of me… You’re the only person that can calm me, that can soothe me. You’re the only one that can ever make me feel better. I don’t want anyone but you.” His silence let you know that he was thinking, and you didn’t want him thinking anything bad, so you pulled him to lay down, laying on top of him to trap him-although you knew he could move you if he wanted to-and pulling the blanket up around the both of you. 

“I’ll do better… I’ll be better…” He whispered, his fingers dancing along the small of your back. “I’m sorry I upset you… I’m so sorry, sweetheart…” He apologized again, placing a kiss to the top of your head before settling into his pillow again. “I’m not leaving again, I’ll stay right here with you, forever and ever.” 

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[astraaa3]

How about some headcanons of Velvette x Female or Genderneutral reader who hates confrontation? Is the type that can't send back food when it's wrong. Someone cut in front of them? What are they gonna do? Tell them not to? Yeah, no. God forbid they're being outright spoken down to. Maybe they yell back at someone in an act of defiance as a form of growth but they're in shock immediately after which is so not the right thing to do with the person still in front of them. Velvette would probably dress reader up however she wants to. What happens if reader tries out saying they want to where something they think is pretty or nice? Okay, this got overly lengthy, but you get the idea?

A/N: This one was such a fun writing experience. I literally couldn't decide which way I wanted it to go. Thank you so much for the ask Anon, hope you enjoy it. <33

Feedback is much appreciated and don't forget to ask. (I need something to get the brain juices flowing)

Velvette x Gn!Reader

In which Reader can't bring themselves to say no to people or to stand up for themselves. (aka the Velvette x Pushover!Reader I never knew I needed)

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Initially, Velvette wrote off your compliance with all of her requests as you wanting to please her. And well, she couldn't complain, she liked pushing people around, and her partner was no exception. That said, her sharp tongue was reserved for her poor models. (you got a free pass most of the time since she didn't want to make you cry)

With time, Velvette realized that this was just how you were. She laughed the first time Vox showed her the footage of you helping an assistant carry boxes, only to end up helping with organizing files for one of Vox's assistants. She laughed even harder when she saw you try to get a word in as some wolf sinner cut in front of you in line. And well, it was kinda funny. Until the same shit happened again and again.

Velvette tried talking some sense into you. "Babe, listen. You can't just let any dimwit trample over you." She sighed as you promised to try to stick up for yourself.

Nothing changed after Velvette's 'pep talk'.

Realizing that you were too much of a soft-hearted pathetic idiot to stick up for yourself, Velvette took it upon herself to keep others from pushing you around.

Someone pushed in front of you in the line? Velvette was there telling that cunt exactly why they didn't deserve to even look in your direction.

You were delivered the wrong food order? Velvette would call the restaurant to make sure they knew how utterly useless they were for not even being able to pack a food order.

After laying it on thick whoever wronged you, she would look at you smirking. In turn, you would smile at her happily before kissing her. It turned into a game after some time.

The one time Velvette saw you raise your voice wasn't even to defend yourself. It was to defend her. The moment you calmed down enough to realize what you just said, you were immediately mortified. Burying your face into your hands, you flushed red from embarrassment as Velvette looked at you with wide eyes. Fuck. It was hot seeing you angry…

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Small prompt time~

You and Velvette were walking towards the Coffee Shop right across the street from the V tower. The two of you were holding hands while Velvette was ranting all about how Valentino absolutely destroyed one of her models just before a show when the domestic vibe was ruined by some drunk assholes who came up to them.

"Hey babe, aren't you that cute little overlord with the social media shit? I'll give you something to make a story on Voxstragram with."

As the sinner said this, he made some explicit gestures with his hips. Gagging in disgust Velvette grabbed your hand to walk away from them, not wanting to ruin the cozy coffee date you had planed. However, as you were walking away, all you could hear was the those sinners mocking laughs. You were so angry. You didn't exactly know what made you snap at them. Was it the crass comments regarding your lover? Was it the fact that Velvette refrained from killing them for your sake? Maybe it was both. But before you knew it, you turned around glaring at them before proceeding to curse them into the next afterlife. Velvette looked at you shocked, not expecting you to snap at those no-names. As you calmed down, you looked at Velvette's shocked expression, before burrying your face in your face mumbling something along the lines of: "Let's not talk about this ever again." Velvette pulled your hands from your face, replacing them with hers. As she cradled your face with her hands she smiled at you excited:

"That. Was. Fucking. Awesome. Babe, you were so hot fucking humiliating those pathetic worms."

The first thing Velvette did when they got back to the V tower was spam her groupchat with Valentino and Vox with messages about how cool you were. But you didn't need to know that. After all, she liked taking care of assholes for you. Satan forbid you actually grow a backbone. She dreaded the day you would actually gain the courage to deny her picking your clothes. (as if she would ever let that happen)

[thollandneedy]

Rainy Dates- Peter Parker

A/n: It was supposed to be a Nathan Drake fic bc i think i'm not writing enough for him, but this is so Peter Parker coded that i just couldn't 🫠

Warnings: Language and pure fluff

Summary: Peter prepares a date for his childhood best friend aka his crush, but the rain ruins everything

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It was no surprise to anyone that Peter was completely infatuated with his childhood friend, Y/n. The girl always visited Peter's house, as she was his apartment neighbor and would leave her window open when the boy was home, so they could see each other and talk on the phone at the same time. Y/n also knew about this little crush that Parker was trying to hide, but she allowed him to take enough time to call her on a date.

The Saturday afternoon sun was bright, and the rain clouds that once warned of a storm now seemed to have gone. Peter was under a tree in the park, less than a 20-minute cab ride from where they both lived. The day was planned, and the to-do list on Peter's cell phone showed it, as his feet tapped against the grass with nervousness. When he'd told Y/n that he'd like to go out with her, he hadn't told her that it would be a date, even though everything he'd put together showed that it was something romantic.

In front of the boy in the blue plaid shirt, there was a tablecloth spread over some autumn leaves, a basket he had stolen from his aunt May with some typical picnic food. A few plastic cups because May had said she didn't want him to break the new ones she'd bought him, and a dirty orange one from a box. Inside the basket was a bouquet of colorful flowers, which he planned to give to Y/n as soon as she arrived.

While his anxiety seemed to want to burst out of the hero's chest, Ned's voice on Peter's phone tried to calm him down.

“Dude, take it easy. Everything's going to be fine.” The brunette on the other end of the line said, his eyes fixed on his video game.

“I know it will, but I want it to be perfect. I've been planning this all week, and nothing can go wrong now.” Peter leans his back against the tree trunk, crossing one of his arms and resting the instep of his foot on the tree.

“Shit!” Ned exclaims.

“What? What? Did Y/n send you something?” Peter is startled out of his initial position.

“The zombie got me.” Ned explains angrily.

“Ned! I need you to pay attention.” Peter asks in a whimper.

“I am. I swear I am. Here's the plan, be nice and show that you're not nervous, okay?” Ned pauses his game, turning around.

“My ass is literally sweating, and I didn't even know that was possible.” The brunette replies, drawing a muffled laugh from his best friend.

“Dude, focus. You have to be what you've always been, only less awkward and sweaty. Compliment her, don't forget the flowers and definitely don't try to kiss her if she doesn't give you signs that she wants to be kissed.”

“What if I want her to kiss me?”

“You can't always be the center of attention, Spider-Man.” Ned jokes, opening the door to his room and walking into the kitchen.

“NED! Keep your voice down! Your grandmother might hear.” Peter warns the brunette, speaking in a low voice and once again looking around.

“Peter, my grandmother is the deafest person I know.”

“Oh fuck, I think she's here. I've got to go.” Peter comments as he sees from a distance a person passing along the paved line where people and bikes pass in front of the duck pond.

The pond in front of the lawn was quiet, and not even the ducks hovering over the water seemed to be excited by the presence of those throwing bread to feed them.

“Don't forget the signs of the kiss. And don't talk about your sweaty ass.”

“Have a heart, Ned.” Peter comments with a grimace. “I'll call you later.” Without even managing to say goodbye to his friend properly, the call goes dead on Ned's side, who just shrugs and goes up to his room again.

His eyes squinted, trying to make out the image of the girl who seemed to be Y/n from afar. With a twinkle in his eye, the brunette raised his hand to greet her, but when he got a few feet closer, he realized it wasn't her. Embarrassed, he put his hand up to his hair, pretending to fix it. Peter put his head down, denied it to himself and then turned to where the picnic was set up.

“ HOLY SHIT!” Peter exclaims at the image of Y/n standing in front of him, letting out a loud laugh that makes her kneel for a few seconds on the ground, catching her breath at having accidentally startled Peter.

“Am I that ugly?” Y/n laughs again.

Peter looked her over from head to toe. The girl was wearing bell-bottom jeans with a red sweater that clung to her curves, along with an old black all-star that Y/n refused to take off her feet, having been a gift from Peter two-three years ago.

“You're never ugly. You're always flawless, even when you're snotty.” Peter comments, smiling.

“For your information, it was you who gave me the flu, okay? And I'm better now, thanks for asking.” Y/n sits down on the cloth stretched out on the green of the park. “What did you bring for us to eat?” Y/n tries to peek inside the basket, but Peter puts his hand on top of hers, preventing her from peeking.

“Your favorites.” Peter brings the basket close to him, opening it and showing the bouquet. “These are your favorites, right?” Peter hands over the flowers, drawing a tender smile from his childhood best friend's glossy pink lips.

“Peter, they're beautiful. I love them.” The girl thanks him, sniffing them as the boy removes the food and places it on the cloth. “I brought you something too.” Y/n recalls, causing the brunette to look at her curiously.

“You didn't have to bring anything. I told you I wanted to pay for today.”

“It's no big deal, I promise. I went to the market and saw a huge box, so I got it for you.” Y/n takes out a bag with various flavors of kit-kats. “I know you like them a lot, so I got some new flavors for you to try.”

Peter smiled without showing his teeth, thanking her with his eyes.

“I didn't even end up asking you how your exam went yesterday. Did you pass?” Peter asked, putting the bag behind him.

“I hope so, especially after you helped me. I feel like I haven't thanked you enough.” Y/n comments, moving closer to Peter until their shoulders are side by side.

“The kit-kats already thanked me” Peter laughs awkwardly. “I was a bit afraid you weren't coming today.”

“Why? Do you think I'd let you down in our… well… this thing we're having now. I'm not sure what you want to call it yet.” Y/n pauses as she says it.

Y/n had always known that Peter and she were more than friends, and had discussed it a few times growing up, because friends didn't feel jealous when they kissed other people or went out with other people. Peter had only had one girlfriend, and a few girls he had taken out, but none of them made him feel what Y/n made him feel. Y/n, on the other hand, didn't go out with almost anyone as she hoped that one day Peter would make a move, but when she realized that he would take a long time, she became more open to meeting guys her own age.

“I… would you say it's a date?” Peter says uncertainly, waiting to see Y/n's reaction, who replies with a sweet smile.

“Of course. A date then.” Y/n agrees, tucking her hair behind her ear. “And what do we do on a date? You've been on several. You must be confident.” Y/n mentions.

“I've been on seven. And I'm sweating in places I didn't know water could come out of, to tell you the truth.” Peter laughs, looking away. “I'm also a bit unsure of how to act, really. We're so used to being close, but when it becomes something real and romantic, it's like I don't even know you. You just become an idealization of me.”

“I'm ideal for you, then? Good to know.” Peter plays cocky.

“Shut up, Parker. I'm not the one who prepared all this, and apparently I'm not the one who's the most nervous either.” Y/n retorts, taking a piece of the snacks cut into squares.

Without them noticing, the wind began to blow harder and heavy rain clouds approached. Peter looked up, closing his eyes in frustration.

Shit

A few drops of rain began to fall on the couple's heads as they began to organize the food in the basket once again. As much as they tried to be agile, the rain was faster. In less than two minutes, the heavy rain came down with a fury, soaking the couple's clothes. Peter felt frustration take over his chest, cursing to himself once again.

“I should have trusted the weather forecast. The sky was so fucking clear.” Peter curses.

“Relax, Peter. It's just rain.” Y/n stands up, picks up his bag and puts it on his shoulder.

“It's not just rain, Y/n!” Peter exclaims with his hands, unhappy. “I've had this date for a week. I planned the place because it's in front of the lake and I know you like watching the sunset. Far away from rubbish dumps, I made the food, I even paid a bunch of kids not to play ball nearby so we could have some alone time, and now you're wet, the flowers are wet and there's nowhere close to be without the rain soaking us all!” Peter says loudly as the sound of the thunder seemed to want to silence him

Y/n held the brunette's hand, guiding him to a tree with large leaves and standing under it. The drops still reached the couple, but it was less worse than if they had been completely exposed to the sky. Peter took a deep breath, placed the basket between his feet, and denied himself once more. Y/n's hand was still in the brunette's, who then looked at the girl, her breasts marked by the wet, clinging clothes.

“Sorry.” Peter says. “I didn't want to get stressed, but I wanted it to be a nice time.”

“It's okay, Peter.” Y/n squeezes the hero's hand. “I like rainy days.” The girl says, trying to cheer up her friend.

“Remember when you got dumped by that Daniel guy? And you made me pick you up from that bakery, and it started raining really hard and so we were sharing the phone while The Neighborhood was playing. You said “I hate rainy days”, and I said “but they're nice with you because you're cold and I can warm you up”. You called me an idiot, and smiled afterwards.”

Y/n stared at Peter as he recalled one of Y/n's first encounters. The girl had always known that Peter was a guy who cared about her, and paid attention to details that she might not even remember. Her heart began to beat harder with every word Peter said, as if her body had been teleported back to that day when she was 15 and heartbroken. Peter stared after her, just enjoying the comfortable silence between them and the sound of the rain in the background.

“I'm cold now.” Y/n says, locking her eyes with Peter's, who moves closer to the girl, putting one of his arms behind her and pulling her wet body to his.

“Good, because I can keep you warm.” Peter replies, feeling his heart beat faster the closer their faces get, allowing their lips to stick together shyly.

Peter turned his torso so that he was face to face with Y/n, who placed both hands on the brunette's cheeks, while Peter's strong hands held Y/n's waist tightly, as if he didn't want his body to escape the warmth emanating from him. Their tongues wrapped around each other carefully until the kiss was broken by both of them being startled by a bolt of lightning that struck close to where they were standing.

“We'd better get going until we find a place. There's an ice-cream parlor a ten-minute walk from here as far as I know.” Y/n comments, looking at the park full of puddles.

“Shall we listen to some music?” Peter takes a Bluetooth headset out of his pocket, handing one of the earphones to Y/n, who laughs to herself and nods.

“Listening to music it is, then.” The girl puts the earphone in one of her ears, holding it in her free hand, and walks out from under the tree without worrying that the rain will make them sick later.

[ambrosiagoldfish]

First time requesting anything sooo let me know if I get anything wrong but,,, could I request some dragon!reader x Venti (Genshin Impact) fluff ? Dragon in like... The way that Zhongli is with a dragon and a humanoid form. let me know if I should send another ask with anything additional,,

Draconic Inquiries

Venti x Dragon! Reader

Safe for all Audiences!

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff and Gn! Reader!

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1634

A/N: Hi, thank you for the request! I’m sorry it took so long! There was a lot of hiccups that came up this past week, but I’m happy to finally have had gotten to finishing this!

I wasn’t sure if you wanted a Fluff Fic or head-canons so I did both! I would have asked you but I was already upset that it took this long to write, so I decided not to! I also wrote it to be romantic! I hope this is ok! If not, just shoot me another request and I’ll make you a new one!!

Proofread but of course I could have missed something.

He was first introduced to you via The Traveler, and right away he could tell something about you reminded him a lot of that "old block-head" as Venti so eloquently puts it. Of course, you weren’t anything like Zhongli, but there were some very similar aspects between the two of you at a more biological level.

It didn't take him long to figure it out though, despite his carefree and lovable nature, he is quite perceptive. He could tell from the power imitating from you, that you weren't some regular run of the mill Allogene. The power that you gave off wasn't exactly like his or even most of the other archons it was more… Pure? Something more undisturbed than most elemental beings.

Whatever you were, he wasn't sure if you were open about it, Him, being an Archon, would make him relate to you regarding hiding the truth about yourself, if that is the case. So he decided to ask you about it alone. You were a bit hesitant at first to outright admit it, especially to a person who seemed so interested. Being an Elemental beast, were able to sense an alarming amount of Anemo Energy coming from this short drunkard bard, way too much to just be some regular mortal.

When you finally reveal yourself to be a dragon, he's honestly pretty excited. He's only ever met 4 dragons in his 2600+ year life span, Zhongli, who was just annoyed by any questions he would ask, Dvalin, who, despite being one of his closest friends, is also annoyed by many of his drunken inquiries. Durin and Ursa the Drake tried destroying Mondstadt so they were definitely not an option... So he's been dying to ask a vishap some questions.

And Immediately they started

"Dragon's have hoards, right? Surely there has to be a teensy bit of fine wine there? No? Darn it..."

"Can you breathe fire?!"

"Is it true that dragon's are scared of mice? Eh... Wait! no! That's Elephants. Nevermind!"

It was quite a lot to process and answer them all in time before he went on to the next question. Eventually he seemed to run out of them, that or he saw how distressed you were trying to keep up.

"That's enough questions for today, Ehe! Next time we should have our conversation over a nice cold glass of cider!"

"Next time?"

Venti then, from that day forward, had the two of you meeting up more and more, He would bring the drinks, both Alcoholic and Non-Alcoholic, depending on if you drink or not. and every time, Venti would somehow come up with more and more questions about your heritage, nonstop rambling of questions that would go from dusk till dawn. He seemed to never run out of them. But eventually he would start asking questions that weren't about your Draconic lifestyle. Things like,

"So Y/n, have you ever dated anyone before?"

"Hey Yn! Have you heard that the Windblume Festival is coming soon? Ehe, What do you think the original windblume was? Cecilia? Great choice!"

"Have you ever been to Windrise? It's the place with the huge tree! Huh? eh, You haven't? I'll make sure to show you sometime"

The Windblume festival finally comes around, the whole of Mondstadt was in a fury of unending joy, there were games, foods and deserts, the entire of the city’s buildings were all decorated in many different flowers and ribbons. Dandelions soared through the air, each one carrying the wish of a soul in Mondstadt.

The Day was fantastic, but it seems Venti had more energy to spend after the day's festivities, Venti drags you by the hand through the decorated city streets, past the vendor's shops, and over the bridge, all while you were blindfolded. Of course, you were a little scared being led through all these places without even knowing where exactly you were, but your elemental sense was top notch, not to mention your regular senses at that. So you knew you weren't in any real danger.

"Venti, this is a bit dramatic, even for you"

"Eh he… very funny Y/n, but we're almost there! Just a few more steps and... There!"

The pulling of your hand suddenly stops and Venti’s hand lets go of yours, with one quick motion the blindfold obscuring your eyes was snatched clean off. It took a second for your eyes to adjust, the sun beginning to set but even then being blindfolded caused even the slightest of light to sting your eyes.

Looking up, a big tree hung over you both, lying under the tree, just by the roots, was a checkered red and white blanket layed across the viridescent grass, a seemingly warnout picnic basket layed atop it. From where you stood you could make out a plethora of food and drinks, Pie, Dandelion wine, Apples. You certainly knew there was more, you could tell just from your sense of smell.

But the most notable feature about the fairytale esq scene in front of you was Venti, holding something, a bouquet of Ceclia’s

"These are what you believe to be the original Windblume right? I picked them myself so, rest assured! They’re guaranteed to be the best of quality, ehe!"

"Y/n, the time we’ve spent together these past few months have meant the world to me... Since the moment you arrived in Mondstadt, you’ve been tangled up in every thought of my mind, you've become all I can think about, my one and only worry, my muse, my... everything... What I'm trying to say is, Y/n, I love you and if you feel the same, could you continue being my muse?" His arms stretch slightly to you, offering you the bouquet in his hand.

Everything about this, the scenery, the way he asked, down to the golden hour from the sun, it was all so unforgettable. Your hands slowly move to grasp the Cecilia’s, bringing them up to your face and smelling them.

“Nothing would make me happier, Venti”

Venti’s eyes lit up, blush washed his face as a soft breeze quickly caried him over to you as he practically tackled you into his embrace, the sudden forces causes you both to spin in each others arms, all while Venti’s heartfelt laugh drowns out all other sounds.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” His voice grew louder with the repetition as a gleeful smile plastered on his face. He reaches back from his embrace, quickly grabbing his lyre and giving it a few test strums.

“The day isn’t over yet! Allow me to serenade you with a song I’ve made especially for you, my muse.”

And with that, you both continued to laugh and sing throughout the night. The sounds of the feverish festivities of you both echoed through Windrise, your love that would last for eons to come, dancing across the wind.

You both truly, couldn’t be happier.

HEADCANONS

Venti always makes sure that he’s always there for you when you aren’t your best mentally or physically. He cudddles you when your sad, listens to you when you’re upset. Overall he may be a loud bard but he’s also a great listener!

And speaking of cuddles he LOVES them. Since youre a dragon, your body temperature is a lot higher than humans, so he loves the warmth close to him. And if you ever decide to cuddle while IN dragon form then he wouldn’t let you leave for a while. (I also headcanon that since he’s a wind spirit, his body temperature isn’t that high so he’s often a little cold, so an S/o with a high body temperature would be perfect for him)

Regardless of if you can fly or not in dragon form, he loves to go on walks with you, and by “walks” I mean YOU do the walking and he just sits on your back. If you CAN fly than he’d be less of a koala and actually fly with you.

(You may have scared a few of the locals but love is love)

If there’s ever a time that you have to fight, either to protect him, yourself or something else, he will always have your back. Of course, him being a Wind Spirit and an Archon he has at least some power but after losing his Gnosis and him being demoted to the least powerful archon, he’s not incredibly strong. But you being a dragon seems to make up for his lack of power. The times you’ve saved him from some lowly fatuus trying to ambush him, he really couldn’t be more thankful.

He’s really into PDA (no surprise there) so kisses, handholding, etc are all commonplace. He's also always bringing you gifts like food. He’s not much of a baker, but he’d try to make anything for you that you’d want. (Just uh… don’t expect it to be anything spectacular)

Gifts he likes are Cider (obvi) and of course, Apples! You’d get him the finest of wines, (that’s totally not from your dragon hoard, because you are TOTALLY not that kind of dragon •-•^) and he would love them more each time.

He would eventually introduce you to Dvailn (it’s his best bud so it’s a given you’d meet him eventually) and Zhongli who he thought you two might have something in common with.

Overall, having a dragon S/o is one of the best things to happen to him (Tied only with that time Diluc accidentally left his wine cellar unlocked) He’s always wanting to learn more about you and loves spending time with you!

[espiritumalicioso]

OKAY!!

So, as a lot of you know already I just got top surgery like, 2 days ago! (Super cool and awesome :) )

But im going to make a post abt how the process went in case any of you are thinking about it or just want to know what goes on, so here's the immediate after-surgery info:

First off, my surgery was at 8 am, and I arrived at 7am. ALL my nurses and my surgeon were *so* sweet. I came out to this little recovery nook, they told me to change into the lil gown and piss in a cup, then laid me down on a lil bed. They started me on an IV (just saline), gave me a heated blanket and little leg massagers to keep my circulation good.

Then they let my partner back with me, most of the nurses introduced themselves and checked a dozen times to make sure I was the right patient with the right surgery lol

Then we waited for about an hour! My surgeon came out and started drawing on my chest (which was *very* awkward, considering there were like 4 nurses and my partner and the surgeon), and pretty much the moment he was done they whisked me away to the OR

I was laid down and they hooked my IV to a syringe that "was going to make me feel like I drank 5 margaritas at once" (spoiler alert- it did)

Then I woke up in the recovery room! Its a little hazy from here, but they gave me a protein shake and helped me into the car, and we went back to the hotel room for the night.

(i was in and out of consciousness for a little bit after that)

In all honesty, the worst pain was more from the air tube in my throat! My chest was sore as shit, don't get me wrong, but it hurt more to talk than anything else. I took my meds, put on a movie, and passed out again immediately

By around 5-6, though, I was ready to be OUT. I was very surprisingly mobile considering I'd gotten a major surgery 10hrs beforehand, so me and my partner went to the grocery store to get snacks + protein drinks +etc. (don't do what I did)

The first night sleeping was *not* fun, I'll admit. My back hurt like a MotherFucker and I couldn't really do much about it? It still wasn't something I would personally consider pain, just extreme discomfort

Listen to me. The floor is going to be your best friend. Make sure you have someone to help you sit up, since you can't utilize ur arms very much, but laying on your back on the floor is SO nice. It's also a good way to test your mobility and stretch a little! (LISTEN TO YOUR BODY IF ITS UNCOMFORTABLE)

Regardless, as long as you take your meds and eat, for the most part you'll be good. Some of the worst parts of recovery (at least for me so far) are all minor inconveniences- a really weird feeling on ur nipple, not being able to pop your back, not being able to shower for the first week, that sort of thing.

For recovery items, you really do not need to invest a ton in them. What's been helping me is bendy straws, a pillow with the little side arm rests, and a lap desk. Pretty much everything else is optional and more for general comfort, but you won't be totally miserable if you just use what you already have

HOWEVER. baby wipes and baby powder. LIFE SAVERS. I ended up shaving my armpits beforehand to try and get ahead of the stink, but they chafe like a motherfucker, and just a bit of baby powder helps sooooooooo much. Baby wipes help you feel a little more clean- id suggest using them more often than you think you do, because once you're stinky there's no going back

I'll probably reblog this if I think of more things and add onto it, but for now that's what it's been!!! Take care of yourself and go be transgender

FEEL FREE TO SEND ME QUESTIONS IN MY ASK BOX!!!!

I am a very open book about medical stuff so most questions (as long as they're in good faith lol) are totally welcome <3

[midnight-mourning]

Uhh...DCA December thingy request! Unsure if it's just DCA or TSAMS, but if it's tsams, Nonverbal Sun AU. If it's DCA...I'll go think of an AU.

Cookie Crisis

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 13❄️❄️

Okay! did my best with this, have never watched TSAMS so tried to learn a little bit about the lore and did my best here haha, hope you enjoy!

Prompt: See above

Word Count: 1153

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It's a quiet morning in the Plex. Closed for the holidays, not even a human employee is around. Well, save for one. 

You stumble in from the cold, door shutting behind you with a quiet click. It's been snowing all morning, which made the drive a little more difficult than usual, but you managed. It's getting home that would be troublesome, as from what you understood it would be snowing from now until well after you leave again.

You feel yourself slowly start to warm up as you walk across the quiet atrium. There's a few lingering staffbots who don't pay you any mind as they go about their duties. It's honestly a nice change of pace after the hustle and bustle this place was filled with just yesterday. 

You weren't planning on coming in today, it just sort of happened, really. That, and Sun had messaged you asking for help. And who were you to turn down helping a friend?

Be it the stress from the holidays, or just their usual bickering being worse than usual, he and Sun had been at odds lately. And from what you understood, they weren't currently good terms. 

You remember when you left yesterday, how the two were sticking to opposite ends of the Daycare, not even sparing a passing glance at one another if they did change locations. It had worried you, of course. Besides it being the holidays, you know the brothers cared about each other, it was just difficult for them to express that sometimes. 

So, when Sun texted, expressing a desire to 'make up' with Moon, but not being entirely sure how to, you had just the idea. 

Despite being animatronics, the boys could eat, same as the rest of the bots. And Moon in particular especially enjoyed cookies, something about the sugary treat brought a light to his eyes and joy to his tone that would make you giggle. Anytime you made some, or brought them over from Chica's as a treat for the kids, several would be snatched up by the naptime attendant, instead. 

In fact, there would be times you'd bring him his own box exclusively just to try and salvage some for everyone else. Though, you think it only encouraged him further, rather than deter.

In order to make this work, however, you'd have to be sneaky. If Moon was aware of what you two were up to, it would firstly ruin the surprise, which would be no good. Secondly, he'd likely get flustered at the idea of you two making something for him, and may react negatively because of it. 

You wait until you're outside the Daycare doors before messaging the playtime attendant. 

'I'm here! Think you'll be able to get away?'

After a few seconds you're sent a response. 'Yup! He's busy with the supply closet right now :)'

'Perfect' You send back. 

Less than a minute later, Sun peeks out the door, sending you a wave. 

You wave back. "Hey! Ready to bake your heart out?"

Sun gives you a thumbs up, rays spinning rapidly. 

"Then let's go, I think we can commandeer the bakery's kitchen for a bit. May have to shoo away a staff bot or two though."

Sure enough, when you arrive there's a lone baking bot, hard at work on, something. You can't tell, all it's doing currently is sifting flour over and over again. 

Sun and yourself exchange a look, then he takes charge. 

With a few quick steps he strides over to the staff bot, takes it by the shoulders, and starts pushing leading it out of the kitchen. He waves it goodbye and shuts the door with a slam. Turning around, he claps his hands together, now waiting for you. 

You snort and shake your head. "Probably should have at least directed him to parts and services for maintenance."

Sun shrugs.

Baking is, more of a process than you had originally expected. Originally, you'd been under the impression that Sun had some background with it prior to today. You would have lost that bet, severely.

First, he dropped eggshells into the batter, not understanding that they're meant to be thrown away. After picking those out bit by bit, he added too much sugar, believing that sweeter was better always, something you had to explain would affect both the taste and the quality of the batter. And lastly, he set the oven to 475 F without your knowledge, meaning your first batch was burnt to a crisp. Honestly, you're lucky the fire alarm didn't go off. 

But, after a good bit of a learning curve, things got significantly better. And much more fun. 

At some point, you'd turn on the radio, and holiday music played in the air as you worked. The two of you danced and swayed a bit to the music as you cut out different shapes or spread icing and sprinkles across your goodies. 

You're mid-batch when a chuckle from near the doorway interrupts. 

"And just what are you two up to?"

You both startle, and looking over, see that Moon's leaning against the doorway. 

Sun stands frozen for a moment, and you tense as well. Considering this is probably the first interaction they've had in several days, you can't help but be worried for them. 

Then, the playtime attendant deflates, tossing the cookie he was decorating onto the counter, crossing his arms as he sulks. 

Moon tsks. "You should have done something with the chef bot, he was wandering around the atrium aimlessly for too long to not be suspicious."

"I told him we should have sent him downstairs!" You scowl, shaking your head. 

Moon steps forward, examining your handiwork. "You've been busy, but what's all this for? Are you having a holiday party and decided to enlist my brother for help?"

You shake your head. "Not quite. He actually asked for my help."

Moon pauses at this, looking over to Sun. He pauses his sulking, rays flicking nervously for a moment. Then, he picks up one of your finished cookie boxes, walking over and holding it out to the naptime attendant. 

"I, for me? Really?"

Sun nods, pressing the box into his brother's hands. 

Moon takes them finally, tone soft. "You... didn't have to do that."

Sun shakes his head then, putting both hands on the other bot's shoulders, hugs him. Moon takes a second, then using his free hand, wraps his arm around his brother, hugging back. 

When they pull apart again, they share a laugh. 

 "Thank you, I mean it." Moon turns to you, nodding. "And thank you too."

You smile. "Of course, and hey, now that he knows how to bake, you don't have to rely on just me anymore."

"Believe me, I'll be using that to my full advantage."

Sun's shoulders sag, causing both you and Moon to laugh. 

Who knew baking cookies could lead to such a sweet resolve?

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[002yb]

That one reddit post where the guy moves into a new apartment building but hasn't met his neighbors ft. sladejay.

The nice thing about having brothers is that they're obligated to help you move into your new apartment. Not so nice is having to listen to said brothers' opinions on the legitimacy of the building because it's clearly a front for something nefarious and not up to code and did Jason even vet the place before signing his lease?

"Desperate times, desperate measures." Jason says, using his elbow to hit the button for the lift. Suspect as it is, the start and stop ride gets the adrenaline pumping; it hasn't failed them yet, so the place isn't too bad.

"Because you were so hard pressed living comfortably at home with no expenses and no expectations." Tim quips back at him, deadpan. The sarcasm and sass is hardly appreciated, though Jason likes to imagine it's just Tim's way of lashing out at Jason for leaving him at the manor to fend for himself.

"It's called independence, Timothy." Jason says, raising his shoulder in a lackadaisical shrug as he teases, "You'll understand when you're older."

"Nothing says 'independence' like Bruce paying your rent." Tim intones, unbothered by the wicked read until Jason hip checks him in retaliation and he stumbles into a wall. When Tim threatens to drop Jason's shit, Jason dares him. Jason will drop him, the punkass.

If only because Dick would usually have intervened in their shenanigans by now, Jason looks over his shoulder at him. Tim follows suit and they both frown as Dick stares at the elevator, jaw set.

"You good, big bird?" Jason asks, wandering back to Dick's side. When Dick continues to space out, Jason knocks their shoulders and tilts his head to better catch Dick's gaze.

With Dick's attention on him, that quiet intensity from before softens some, but there's still trepidation. It makes Jason purse his lips, sulking, "Hey, you're the one that supported this."

Dick grimaces, caught out, "I do support you, just—does it have to be here?"

Jason's sulk devolves into a pout. He argues, "Your first apartment wasn't much better."

Before Tim can interject with commentary on how Dick didn't have daddy dearest paving the way for his independence, Jason turns on him with a warning scowl, trying and failing to not be endeared as Tim cackles under his breath. Jason flips him off, pointedly turning back to Dick who, frankly, looks antsy as fuck.

"Stay with me instead." Dick bargains. "You can take the spare room until another unit opens up."

"Hard pass."

On cue, the elevator chimes and the doors screech open jerkily. Only while Tim shuffles his way inside, Dick stays resolutely in place. He shoots Jason a look that's equal parts pained and pleading. "Then take my place. I'll stay here."

"For fuck's sake, it's not that bad." Jason groans, bumping the boxes he holds against the ones Dick has in hand and corralling him back into the elevator. "You're being dramatic."

Tim scoffs and Jason sneers at him, backing and squishing his brother into a corner and keeping him there with his bulk.

Bickering and bantering as they all are, they don't notice the hand that catches the door before the lift can close, only how it pushes the door open and how they all look up and oh. Hot damn.

The moment Jason's jaw drops, Dick smacks it back closed with an aggrieved and impatient huff. Like hell Dick's temperament could be of any consequence to Jason at the moment though because an actual beefcake terminator saunters onto the lift and fuck, Jason can't stop staring. If this is his neighbor, he definitely moved to the right place. Fuck what anyone else thinks.

Just as Jason is appreciating the man's imposing stature, he hears a gruff, "Sit down."

The order sends a trill up Jason's spine like a live wire and without thinking, like the fool he is, Jason sits.

It's only as he kneels on the floor, eyes still caught on broad shoulders and strong arms that he only wishes would throw him around, that he sees the dog at the man's heel. Because the man was talking to his dog. Not Jason.

Oh.

As the elevator starts moving up through the floors, jarring in its sudden fits of movement, Jason jerkily raises his head to make eye contact with his neighbor, a pretty blush burning hot across Jason's face.

His neighbor looks after him in turn, amused and appraising before he smirks and oh, it's sinful. A low chuckle escapes the man, drawing another shiver up Jason's spine. While he pats his dog's head, his eyes don't move from Jason when he says, "Good boy."

Fuck. That's—oh.

To be so humiliated and turned on—fuck this old man. And by that Jason means let the old man fuck him. Please and thanks.

Before Jason can make the suggestion, the man's gaze shifts to Dick and he teases, taunts, "He one of yours, Grayson?"

What.

Betrayal is Jason's first petulant thought, followed by a more reasonable sense of dread because this man isn't Dick's type, but Dick knows he's Jason's [type] and—

No, no no. This is why you never have brothers help you move into your new place; to be blue balled after Jason has had arguably the most cringe of meet-cutes, too!

But Jason can see from the set of Dick's shoulders and the tilt of his chin that this potential romance is dead in the water. For whatever reason, Dick is intent on that. Unfortunately for him, Jason has never been the best at minding him. In fact, Jason will throttle him for this, the killjoy.

"He's my brother." Dick says, terse. "Don't fuck with him, Slade."

Slade's gaze sweeps over Jason, a fleeting once over that leaves heat trailing in its wake. There's a sharp nudge to his lower back—Tim, reminding Jason that he's still sat on the floor like an idiot; so embarrassing.

"That's asking a lot of a man." Slade drawls. He looks to Dick with a crooked and biting grin, so charming that Jason might swoon a bit. "What would I get out of this?"

Dick's expression shifts into something so damn petulant that Slade laughs again, pleasantly low and husky. It's such a nice sound that Jason can't even be bothered by the fact that he's missing some sort of crucial detail to explain the tension going on.

Dick and Slade know each other, somehow. And Slade irritates Dick in a way that Jason never knew was possible, too.

When Slade tilts his head to the side, the large dog at his side springs forward, tail wagging happily as it jumps up to rest its large paws on the boxes Dick holds—licking at Dick's cheek like he's seeing an old friend again. It undermines Dick's authority considerably and Jason marvels the exchange.

The lift door opens and Slade turns back to Jason. Appraising him before he smirks, "Welcome to the building, boy."

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And then they all get out together and realize that Slade really is Jason's neighbor and reactions are mixed ahahaha.