#maybe I should just apply anyway. ugh

[thecoolestfreakyouknow]

Honestly just tempted to apply for this job even though it’s not the right time because I’m so tired of worrying about money

[running-in-the-dark]

my niece stayed with us last night. it was pretty fun this time, probably because I was feeling better (if I'm already in pain or exhausted, I can't handle it). after we dropped her off, we talked to my mother for a little bit, and then drove to my in-laws. we were there for a few hours and because the guys were busy outside, i ended up talking to my mother-in-law for most of that time. it was... kind of good? I don't know. she actually showed some real emotions, just a little bit, but hey that's more than ever before! I even gave her a weird little shoulder squeeze/side hug, it was so weird.

anyway, I almost fell asleep in the car on the way home because I was so tired, and actually did fall asleep immediately on the couch.

[toytulini]

trying to update my byf and feeling so profoundly like. dont wanna

[seagullcharmer]

idk why i even keep looking at cars. i can't afford anything rn. especially if i splurge on viddy games. alas. to be practical or to have fun

[ducksbuttocks]

should i just specialize in geotechnical engineering be honest

[duskrelyk]

pov you are me and you apply for a job youre really excited about and the next day they email you telling you they appreciate the application but they already filled the posititon

[mermaidsirennikita]

I gotta say this is also very unsuprising casting when you think about it. Like as soon as the shock had worn off I was like...yeah of course she cast them.

Oh yeah, it does make sense because Emerald isn't about what's good for the project, Emerald is about what makes Emerald happy. Which is why I fundamentally can't get into her creatively.

Because of course, any creative has their aesthetic, their sensibility, their work. And I respect that, as a creative.

But you also have to kill your darlings. And we think of that in the writing sense most often—cut that sentence, that scene, that chapter if it doesn't truly serve the work. Scrap the whole thing and start over if it's truly not what it should be.

I'm a STRONG believer in that, to be fair. Brutal. Maybe too much so? Lol. Or I'd have a book out by now.

But anyway, it applies to every type of creative work, imo. You don't cast someone because YOU like them, particularly in an adaptation of a work as iconic as Wuthering Heights. You cast them because they are right for the role.

Heathcliff and Cathy, especially Heathcliff, are two of the most groundbreaking and influential characters in literature of the past 3 centuries. Heathcliff's lack of proximity (for his era) to whiteness is particularly central to the role, and I don't know anyone who seriously takes this work apart and isn't like... actively racist... who interprets Heathcliff as white. It's so crucial to his character that he is "other" in his society.

It's just TRULY a shame to me that she not only cast someone as subpar as Elordi, but someone so, so white. Like, I wouldn't want a white actor I love to play Heathcliff. And this is a fabulous role for a man of color, too.

The last adaptation did cast a man of color, but it was frankly not a very high profile project and not well done.

(I also think it would be compelling to cast a man of Roma descent OR a man of Asian, specifically South Asian descent because the text literally uses a contemporary term for Indian men to describe him... Though Nelly also speculates that he has Chinese heritage, and there are definitely some implications that he could be descended from presumably African enslaved people. The latter I could definitely see being an interpretation when you factor in the speculation that he's Mr. Earnshaw's illegitimate child. I think there's always this idea that "catch-all" terms were probably being used to describe Heathcliff's appearance, but I've thought for a while that I would personally most love to see a Roma actor or a South Asian actor play him.

But like. Literally any other than a white guy.)

This will be much more high profile, with way more attention, and it just really sucks that Emerald decided to use it to push one of her faves. It tells me that she has very little respect for the text. On what planet would anyone, even in the 1800s, look at Jacob Elordi and think that he was anything other than a white guy.

And again, I think Margot is way too old to play Cathy, and honestly doesn't read in any way as Cathy to me. I say that as someone who, again, considers her a very strong actress when she's in her element. I just. Ugh.

[changbinsboobs]

Can you include how skz member reacts when other members also likes his crush or s/o thx!!!

I decided to make the reading in a broader spectrum as i think ill be getting more insight on their inner personality as well, instead of just gaining insight on this specific situation.

Skz' reaction when another guy likes their crush/s'o

Chan - The Hermit

For him i think he would be pretty unbothered. Something of the sort like "and what about it? Ik they'd choose me anyway".

Lee Know - King of Swords

He finds it weird how other people are not ashamed of showing interest towards an "occupied" person. Like "you really have that much dignity? That little self worth?" I think for him it applies more towards people that actively try to steal your partner cuz how otherwise would u know they have a crush on them if they don't show it in some way. He is pretty appalled to it and thinks little of people like that. Its just plain stupid and useless in his opinion and he thinks his partner wouldn't get tempted by such foolery/clownery and if they do then they're a clown/fool themselves and they did him a favor by leaving.

Changbin - The Moon, King of Pentacles, 5 of Wands

Lots of mixed feelings and im also getting a hint of toxicity but a sweet one? Idk how to explain it - like wine?😂 as i said in previous readings i think he enjoys emotional torment in some way. So first he would feel personally attacked - even if he's not close to that person or if they aren't actively trying to steal them but he just noticed how they look at his crush or partner. I think he has lots of trauma and insecurities from last relationships which explains his hypervigilance and over sensitivity. He would get doubtful of himself, feel disrespected and attacked by the other person even daring to look and desire his crush/partner cuz how dare they?!?!! His crush is HIS!!! He would start comparing himself, doubting himself even contemplating if he should just let this crush go cuz whats the use of it anyway - but this episode is just the initial feelings he gets, they pass pretty quickly tho and he gains his confidence very quickly after that first initial hit. He remembers his power, his status, his wealth, his qualities and feels like king/boss once again and i think he gets into a competing mode - if its a crush - and start obviously competing with the other guy and trying to make himself look better, maybe even picking fights, but not like full blown fist fights, nor verbal ones, rather something of the sort where he starts throwing certain comments to just show his competitive nature and show he's not there just to play but he means business. I don't think he's friendly towards his "rival". If its about his s/o tho i see it going in a different direction where his doubts, jealousy, insecurity etc might lead to fights. I think his insecurity might insult his partner and i also think his doubtful phase would get pretty annoying to his partner after a while. Im hearing "ugh just get over it and stop being a pu**y."

Hyunjin - King of Cups, Page of Cups, Knight of Cups

I think he's very confident and even enjoys it when others show interest in his crushes/so, cuz he gets rally cocky and feels superior - like "oh u like them? Go ahead try😏 lets see which one of us they choose" cuz he just knows he's elite, he knows his power and he knows those dusties ain't got anything on him😂 I'm also seeing that he has many options as in, if its about a crush, he can get another one pretty easily even if he gets rejected, and if its about and s/o he thinks there's a pool if women (people) drooling all over themselves for him and would fight each other to get even close to him so he feels great security in whatever happens he would get chosen, and if he doesn't theres plenty of other great choices he can just swing his finger at and they would swoon at his feet.

Han - Justice, 8 of Cups

He also feels disrespected and makes him feel kinda cold towards that person but also towards his crush too. I think he also goes into a bit of a dark space and might think if they're truly right for each other, if the other guys not a better fit for his person, if maybe he's holding them back from true happiness or their "the one" and i think he might retract a bit into his shell, get cold and dwell on his thoughts for a while.

Felix - 5 of Cups

I think he feels insulted by that person especially if its a closer one. He feels betrayed and it takes away from the sweetness and happiness he felt when he looked at and spent time with his crush/so. Now when he looks at them he gets reminded of the betrayal and the bitter feelings and he also is very empathetic about it like...omg like he's thinking about the other person too and how painful it is for them to have a crush on someone thats taken or for them both to have a crush on the same person and i think he might be contemplating if he shouldn't take a step back to give the other guy(person) a chance as well cuz i think he engages in more of casual relationships and he would be thinking "if that persons feelings are truthful and deep and they want something meaningful with my crush, should i not take step back? I don't want anything serious i just want to have fun. Surely i can find fun elsewhere but can they find love elsewhere too? Its not as easy i think" that kind of monologue im hearing from him.

Seungmin - The Empress

I think he doesn't care one bit about the ither guy, he just cares about his wife and their little happy family and thats it. "That bloke can like whoever he wants, won't change the fact that my wife's mine."

I.N - 4 of Cups, Ace of Wands, The Chariot

His energy is so cute. I think he would contemplate about it, which action and solution would be best. And i think he would come to the conclusion about taking the initiative to approach that other guy and talk with him about it. He doesn't want any problems, but he also wants to make clear that his girl is his and that he should keep off. If the other guy doesn't peacefully comply as jeongin intended, he will take a more stern approach and actively keep that guy away from his person and actively protect them and show his assertiveness and dominance (between the two guys i mean, not in the relationship)

[h0n3y-b33z]

Wrote something from what a friend said.

What said friend said was this:

Ink or Blue: “Dream! We need you to help save the multiverse again!”

Emo Dream: “YOU’RE NOT MY DAD, I DON’T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU. *EMO MUSIC*”

So I wrote a fanfic off of it. Or is it considered a one shot???

The sirens are blaring, there's dust every where, knives and bones in many piles off dust. The feeling of the place is suffercacting and dark, like being trapped and water boarded.

It felt like if hell had frozen over.

"ugh booossss! You said we'd have fun!" Killer complains like an impatient child. Nightmare, to whom the assassin had been talking to, taps his foot impatiently, where are they? Those damned stars should be here already. "Shut your damn mouth Killer." Nightmare angrily demands of his servent. "You said we'd get to fight the stars! An' I don' see 'em!" Killer continues on, Murder and Horror walking up to the two now. The swirling sound of a portal opening catches their attention, a sadistic grin returning to Killer's face. "Finally! been itchin' for a fight." the assassin says as he and his teammates ready themselves.

The golden portal forms, opening and letting the Bad Sanses see their enemy

Wait it's just Swap?

The skeleton who resides in the au Underswap steps through the portal, his hammer at the ready and eyebags under his sockets. His expression holds irritation. "Underswap Sans, to whom do we owe the pleasure?" Nightmare greets the short but surprisingly chubby skeleton with a dark voice. "all alone? Did your 'friends' finally leave you?" He chuckles darkly, his singular eyelight never going away from Swap. In response to this, the star sans looks at Nightmare then at the portal. "one second...." he says and quickly rushes through, leaving the Bad guys confused.

Swap returns, helping Ink drag Dream out of the portal. Dream, dispite usually the brightest, looks unbothered and irritated, wearing a red and black stripped hoodie, ripped jeans and army boots. Another detail that can be noticed is that he has heavy black makeup applied to his eyes. Dispite what many may think, the guardian of positivite emotions is infact heavy dispite his small stature and body. The bad guys can hear Ink trying to convince Dream to fight.

The guardian mumbles, not truly caring. "speak up Dream! We cannot hear you" Ink says, tired and yet energetic. Swap nods, annoyed. The negativity was delicious in Nightmare's opinion. Dream shoves his friends away and stands up, irritated. The bad guys wonder what the hell is going on with the usually joyful Dream. "i said: everyone's gonna die anyway so what is the point?"

Oh.

Oh no.

Ink gasps dramatically, his hand to his chest. Swap sighs and turns towards Nightmare. "Could ya give us a minute? I'm so sorry"

He says. Dream groans. "don't apologize to them."

He says, his arms crossed. Killer now notices that dream is in gosh darn Gucci. What the hell is going on. Horror is so confused and Murder is just staring as Ink begins to lecture Dream on safety and kindness.

"you're not my dad! So don't act like it you soulless slime." Dream says, taking his headphones off his neck and putting them on, the music being so loud that the bad guys can hear it clearly.

Swap groans "Well I technically am so help us or so help me I will take away your make up and make sure you do not go to sephora or whatever it's called!" he says, taking away Dream's headphones. Killer burst out laughing, this was the beat sht he's seen all week, well maybe besides Nightmare falling into glitter. "oh my gosh! Dream's turned emo! This is funking gold!" Ink nods "yeah! And Swap is terrible at being a dad!"

Swap is about to snap back when Nightmare yells out "WHAT THE FUNK!?" It was safe to say that Nightmare was royally shocked, or pissed. Could be either with the guy.

The groups were silent, except Killer whom was still dying from laughter as this was comedy to him. "Sephora?! Why the *hell* would you allow him to go to that hell dump!? I'm am absolutely disgusted in you Dream! You're supposed to be the better twin!" Dream looks at his brother, and with zero expression says this: "why are you an anime sex genre?" silence. Absolute silence.

[rhiannonsknife]

i am back again with rhiannon thoughts!! once again inspired by your blurb because it was 🤌 delicious

boot riding with rhiannon... UGH. riding her boot while you suck her off - it starts off subtle enough, a quick rock of your hips against her boot when you realize it's quelling the ache between your legs, but soon enough you can't stop yourself from grinding down harder. and of course, rhiannon isn't going to stop you. why would she when you look so powerless underneath her? it makes her feel strong. it makes her feel in control. and she can't stop herself from thrusting harder into your mouth, gripping your hair to push into you even more

but i think she'd also enjoy riding your boot, too. sometimes she needs to take the edge off, and maybe you're busy with work or maybe you're just preoccupied, and she's more than happy to straddle your boot to get herself off. you run a hand through her hair, brushing her bangs back so you can see the way she's looking up at you, wide-eyed and desperate

aaaaah welcome back anon!! again; i love your thoughts! thank you for your service 🙏🙏

so here’s the thing: love me a bold, confident rhiannon whose boot looks a little too fucking rideable when she’s all covered in blood and gets the strap out. right?

because, as we’ve established here, she would love to watch you suck her off after a long night of killing people or hiding bodies. she might not be able to feel your lips around the strap but what a sight to see!! and while she’s able to get off without any physical sensation whatsoever, you’re not. you’re not and her boot is right there, pressed against your crotch as you kneel down by her feet. obviously, you’re gonna start grinding against it while deep throating the whole length of her strap <33 and, obviously, rhiannon lets you. she might even push her foot up a little, applying extra pressure to your clit that has you moaning around her <33

anyway…back to what i was saying…

as much as i do love this idea, what about needy rhiannon? especially show!rhiannon before she actively starts killing people. before she becomes this more confident version of herself. gf!rhiannon who gets so needy sometimes. maybe it’s because she’s so used to being ignored that a little attention from you is practically enough for her to cream her pants. but, either way, she craves it, gets off on having your focus on her.

(okay, okay pause because i’m thinking thoughts: mutual masturbation with rhiannon, anyone?? or not even mutual masturbation, maybe, but just her insisting on you keeping your hands to yourself while she touches herself for you. she makes a show of running her fingers down her own body, rubbing her clit with one hand while the other holds your chin in place so you’ll look up at her the whole time. rhiannon cums so hard, knowing that she’s got 100% of your attention on her as she does…guys omfg rhiannon who later (once she has gained that confidence through the murders) ties you to the bed, then sits down between your spread legs and fucks herself right in front of you, but just out of reach…

that’s not what i was gonna say wth. back to business: boot riding. rhiannon who just needs your attention so bad. let’s say you’re both on a day off. or she’s on a day off, you’re working from home. needing to go from one skype meeting to another, you hardly have any time for your girlfriend -who desperately craves it. after an unsuccessful attempt to take care of herself in the bedroom by humping your pillow to no avail, rhiannon comes back to the living room all grumpy. seeing you by your desk, all invested and concentrating on your job, is not helping. she should be getting all your attention not that…stupid job that pays all your bills…

so, rhiannon crawls under your desk when you’re not paying attention. you visibly flinch when she touches your knee under the table top and instantly turn your microphone off. “what are you doing?” you hiss, pretending to be looking in a different direction as you speak. your coworkers don’t need to know you’re talking to someone who’s currently sitting between your legs.

rhiannon who, instead of verbally answering, starts rutting against your boot. “need you so bad” she whines, hugging herself to your leg tightly as her forehead falls against your knee. “please”.

keeping the microphone turned off for the rest of the conference, claiming that it “suddenly stopped working” so that none of them will hear rhiannon’s precious moans echoing from underneath the table as she fucks herself against you down there. running your fingers through her hair, occasionally stealing glances to see her features contorted in pleasure <3

[writingjourney]

Hiiii! I was wondering if you could maybe write about copia struggling to do his makeup and asks (y/n) for help?

let me help | copia x gn!reader

Thank you for your suggestion anon, it inspired me to this little fic. It may be a bit different from what you had in mind but I hope you enjoy it anyway :) @leezlelatch here it is ♡

summary: your papa is overworked and tired, too shaky to do his own make-up, so you offer to help. content: 2.1k words, some mild hurt/comfort, established relationship

masterlist – Ao3 link

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A strong gale blew thick and heavy snowflakes against your window all night, leaving a plump white pillow on the sill that’s now covering half of the glass pane. You woke up multiple times as the wind howled in the cracks of the abbey’s old stone walls like a wolf calling to the moon, only ceasing in the early hours of the morning. As you get ready for the day now, the sky has cleared up and the soft glow of a rising sun paints your quarters in warm hues of orange. You lift your hand and let the warm rays of sunshine dance over your fingers.

It’s all quiet at this time of day and you’re sitting on your shared bed, pulling on some warm socks while Copia does his make-up. He’s perched on a wide, upholstered stool in front of the vanity he got when you moved in with him. Anything so he wouldn’t occupy the bathroom all morning, so he can share some more time with you while getting ready. 

The sunlight hits the back of his head, his hair still tousled and sticking up at odd angles. You love observing him as he gets ready. While clumsy at first the process of painting his face has now gone over into muscle memory and watching his nimble fingers get to work each morning is a sight to behold. His brow is always furrowed in concentration, deepening the adorable wrinkles on his forehead as he draws precise black lines onto his features. His lips stay tightly pressed together through the whole process right until he finally has to relaxe them to apply his lipstick. 

It’s the same procedure every single morning.

Well, except for today.

“Ahhhh, cazzo.” 

His sudden curse makes you look up and you catch him furiously scrubbing at his cheek, almost violently wiping away some of his black paint. A blotchy gray rim remains around the red patch of skin he just rubbed raw.

“What is it, my love?” you ask, worried he’s going to seriously hurt himself.

Copia sighs in defeat, setting down the black paint in frustration only to stare at it in mild disgust. You observe him over the mirror but he doesn’t look up at you, a heavy air of sadness hanging over him.

“Ugh… I feel a little shaky today,” he finally says, staring at his trembling hand. “I cannot get it right.”

You’re aware Copia has dealt with a rough few days – sleeping restlessly, feeling unwell from all the stress, skipping meals in order to get more work done. It’s hardly surprising that he’s shaking, already overworked and worn out with another long day looming ahead of him.

You scoot off the bed and make your way over to your exhausted Papa. His eyes find yours in the mirror as you approach, and he makes space for you on the stool. It’s a tight fit but you sit down sideways, facing Copia instead of the mirror.

“What are you doing?” he asks as you take his hands in yours.

“Helping.” You bring them to your mouth, gently kissing each individual knuckle. You can feel his tremor, feel his tension against your lips. He slowly eases up as you continue to kiss him, running your thumbs over the backs of his hands. Copia sighs softly and when you look up, he’s smiling weakly at you and you already know what he’s going to ask next.

“Amore… how do I even deserve you?”

“You deserve all my love, don’t you ever question that.“ You give him a playfully stern look, followed by a pout, and his cheeks turn all rosy. “Now let me do your make-up.” 

“You– you want to–“

“I’ve seen you do it a hundred times. I think I should be capable by now.”

“That’s not…” He swallows, softly shaking his head. “Not what I meant.”

His tone is enough to tell you exactly what he did mean. Do you really want to do this for me? Painting my face, something you’ve never done before, to help me when I feel so vulnerable right now?

“Yes, I want to.” You let go of his hands to reach out for his face, slowly rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks. “My love, I know I cannot shoulder your burdens, I cannot paint my face and be Papa for you, but I can try to give you as much love and support and care as I can. And if that means packing you lunch to make sure you eat, rubbing your back when it’s sore from sitting all day, popping in to help you with paperwork or even doing your make-up because you’re too worked up over the day ahead, I will happily do it.”

His eyes close and he takes a deep breath, smiling as a single tear rolls down his cheek. “I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much, amore. You are my everything.”

It pains you to see him like this, so bone-tired, so defeated, really. He is your everything too and to admit that you can’t simply make all of this go away hurts. You lean in to kiss away the tear, add a few more kisses to his cheeks for good measure and an especially soft one to his lips. “I love you, too, Copia. More than you can imagine.”

You break away and he opens his eyes, huffing out a slightly embarrassed laugh. “Uhm, yes… so… should we start?”

“Mhm.” You reach for the white paint and decide to fix the spot he had been rubbing raw earlier. The redness is mostly gone but you’re still careful as you apply the face paint with a beauty blender. At first Copia watches you, still with that hint of disbelief in his eyes that you’re actually willing to do this for him, but then he slowly closes them and relaxes into your gentle care. Once his whole face is covered in an even shade of white, you pick up the black paint again. You find a brush and dip it in, trying to get a feeling for how much you need.

“Do you… uh…” Copia looks around, probably searching for his phone. “If you need a picture, for reference…”

“No, I don’t think so.” You chuckle, reaching for his chin to make him look at you. “I’ve been staring at your handsome face so many times, I’m sure I could do it in my sleep. Just relax, amore, I will get it right, I promise.”

“I know you will,” he immediately says, ears turning red at the use of his pet name. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to doubt you, tesoro. It’s just…”

“I know, it’s okay. Just relax, please.” You give him a genuine smile, raising your eyebrows until he finally returns it. Of course it seems a little forced, he’s still anxious, still tired, but it’s better than nothing. He takes a deep breath and finally relaxes his features, allowing you to start with the black paint.

It takes you a while to get his whole face done since you’re trying to be as careful as possible. Admittedly, you’re a little shaky too, but with the help of the brush and working very slowly, you get the lines straight anyway. Copia tries very hard not to flinch or move his face, but he does blink a few times as you draw the lines around his eyes. You’re doing his eyelids when he blinks yet again, the timing unfortunate as his lashes hit the brush and some of the paint gets into his white eye. He hisses and tears up immediately, squinting hard in pain.

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry,” you mumble, pulling away as fast as you can.

He raises a hand to your arm, the hurt eye still tightly screwed up. “Don’t, please, it happens.” 

Copia hands you a tissue and you gently dab at the tears before they mess up the rest of his make-up, waiting until his eye stops leaking. An agonising minute later he manages to keep it open, the white iris surrounded by a now very red sclera. It looks worse than it probably is but it still scares you and you take a few deep breaths before you decide to continue with your finger instead of the offending brush.

“Is it okay now?” you ask.

“It is. Thank you,” Copia whispers. “You’re doing so well, amorino. Don’t worry about it.”

You smile at his praise, though you’re not sure if he’s being quite truthful about the pain. Nevertheless, you apply the rest of the paint, even more cautiously now, until it’s almost done and only the lips are left.

It’s not the first time you see his whole face covered in make-up with only his lips bare, it’s basically a slightly cleaner version of what he looks like after a good make-out session – once all of his lipstick has transferred to your face. And he does have very beautiful lips, so plump and pink and practically begging to be kissed. They always feel so soft against yours and when he’s gentle–

Copia must see you staring at them because his fingers find your chin, slowly lifting your gaze until your eyes meet and he smirks. “Are you distracted, tesorino?”

You fight a smile. “What if I am, Papa? Are you going to fire me?”

“Oh, I could never do this, no.” He smirks knowingly. “Your Papa enjoys having all of your attention way too much, amore.”

That’s enough to make you close the gap and finally kiss him. He smiles into it and before you can pull away, his hands find your cheeks, keeping you exactly where you are. His fingers gently move into your hair, tilting your head up before he deepens the kiss. You sink against him with a sigh, hoping this won’t do too much damage to his paint. But that thought is forgotten as soon you feel his teeth grazing your bottom lip, asking for more. You let him kiss you breathless as you taste the remnants of minty toothpaste on his tongue and it’s enough to make you crave him so badly. But he’s tired enough already, you can feel him losing his energy as the kiss gets more sluggish and he takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“Promise me to take it easy today,” you whisper against his mouth. “I’m so worried about you, Copia.”

He lets out a sigh, the exhale ghosting over your tender lips before he whispers back. “Ti voglio tanto bene. For you I promise anything, anything. I try my best to get home early tonight, sì? We can continue this without hurry.”

“Yes, please.” You smile, running your thumb along his jawline. “And I love you too. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“How could I? Whenever I look in a mirror today I will be reminded, eh?” He presses a wet kiss to your cheek before he pulls away. “Now, I think I’m already late.”

He’s right, you’ve taken way too long. So, you reach for the black lipstick and carefully follow the curves of his still kiss-swollen mouth, trying to ignore the tingling sensation in your belly. You blot his lips with a tissue after you’re done and fix some of the white paint your kiss messed up again. Once you’re done, he looks just like always. The only difference is the warm, affectionate smile that now graces his features, the twinkle in his eyes that belongs to you and only you.

“Thank you, amore,” he says, inspecting himself in the mirror. “È veramente perfetto. You did so well. I want to kiss you again so bad, but I would ruin it.”

Instead, he blows you a bunch of kisses and you giggle as you pretend to catch them. Copia gives you the first enthusiastic smile you’ve seen on him all day and it doesn’t leave his face as he combs his hair back, smoothes out his black dress shirt and tugs at the sleeves.

Then he suddenly jumps up, raising his hands. “Tada!” He does a little spin, almost stumbling over the leg of the stool. “How do I look, eh? Tell your Papa what you think. Be honest.” 

“You look bellissimo!” you say, clapping your hands as you grin at him. “The most handsome Papa to ever grace these halls.”

“Ha! And it’s all thanks to my very talented amore. I am so lucky, molto molto fortunato!”

You stand up as well, let him pull you into a tight embrace. He’s solid and his arms feel strong as they squeeze you to his body. He’s not quite recovered, and you know it will take more time, will take you a lot of convincing to get Sister to reduce his workload, but you can tell he’s feeling better for now.

And that’s what truly matters.

thanks for reading :) if you want more comfort fics check out this fic, this fic or this fic hehe ♡

[coziewozie]

Beach Headcanons!

✦ A/N: Huahhhh this one took me forever skkddkkdkd anyways I hope you enjoy, I spent a lot of time on this! Sorry if some characters don’t have as much content as others

✦ Contents: no reader pronouns mentioned, very very small mention of alcohol in Kaeya’s part, fluff, modern au, ~2.1k words

✦ Includes: Kaeya, Tartaglia, Wriothesley, Itto

✦ Kaeya:

when you brought up going to the beach he said yes pretty quickly

brings sunhats for the both of you so you don’t burn!

matching swimsuits/outfits

you both decide to have a beachside picnic

for the food think something along the lines of charcuterie boards, crustless sandwiches, fresh juicy fruits, etc.

the picnic food is super elegant and classy

he sneaks a bottle of wine in there for himself

Kaeya takes lots of pictures of the two of you when you get there

mainly selfies of both of you in it

likes to snap pictures of you on your own too though

especially when he finds an angle where you look SO ABSOLUTELY STUNNING AND ANGELIC and don’t say you aren’t bc he will be so devastated if you don’t view yourself the way he sees you

is actually such a good photographer

also the type to happily help you apply sunscreen on your back if you ask

anyways back to the picnic!

lunch is super chill, mostly just you guys eating and talking about whatever

you notice the alcohol he snuck in with him but decide to let it go for today

at the end though he wraps his arm around you and you rest your head on his shoulder while you two appreciate the afternoon ocean view

you guys are busy cleaning up the picnic when he looks over at you and compliments how nice you look for no reason

he means it tho ugh it’s so sweet my HEART

the both of you finally walk down to the water while holding hands

you and Kaeya stay in the shallow end of the water, mainly splashing each other playfully and looking in tidepools!

seems like the type to get pinched by a crab

will gladly swim if you want though

you guys stay until the evening and decide to get dinner from a nearby restaurant

he’ll hold your hand from across the table and give you the cutest smile

on the drive home he’ll have one hand on the wheel and the other on the armrest between your seats

you put your hand next to his and hold it

loves it when you do that

has a faint blush on his cheeks and smiles so giddily for the rest of the ride home it’s so cute

doesn’t say too much if he’s tired, but hums to whatever song is playing

looks at you, smirks, and goes

“I had a great time today. We should do this again soon. … Did I mention how pretty your eyes are?” that’s like the fifth time today he’s mentioned it

✦ Tartaglia:

on the way there he blasts both of your favorite songs in the car with the windows rolled down

wears sunglasses, an unbuttoned hawaiian beach shirt, swim trunks, and flip flops

100% brings water guns

when you first arrive you set up your spot

he stakes the umbrella down while you lay out the towels and cooler containing some drinks and your lunches

as soon as you're both done he throws his shirt and flip flops off and full on sprints to the water without warning

you run after him since you want to join him too!

once you get close enough to him he tackles you and you both fall in the water laughing

starts a splash fight with you

if you’re swimming together he’ll race you to see who can get back to the shore the fastest

also brings his surfboard!

goes on his own a few times but lets you ride with him too if you didn’t bring a board

and if you’re completely new to all this he’ll be super gentle so you don’t get scared

maybe you’ll both just sit on the board and float in the water or ride a baby wave

by the time you’re done with that it’s time for lunch!

nothing fancy, just some sandwiches in plastic bags that you packed

Tartaglia thinks it still tastes great though and appreciates that you made them!

you’re both eating and talking under the shade of your umbrella when some little kid comes up to you for no reason and says you look really nice and cool

both of your hearts melt

Tartaglia pulls you close and gives you a peck on the cheek and agrees

will play volleyball or have a water gun battle with you to see who’s better it’s just a friendly competition right? right???

you two are running up and down the beach screaming and spraying each other with the water guns while onlookers stare at you and chuckle as you pass by

volleyball gets super competitive

its just you two taking up a whole court and hitting the ball back and forth as hard as you absolutely can

you’re soooo close to winning..!

but he beats you

it’s okay it’s all for fun he’ll pat you on the head and smirk if you’re salty about it lol

the sun is setting but he still wants to do a little bit more

bike rides together along the beach!

casual chatter while you two enjoy the view

you ride until you guys encounter a little ice cream cart

he buys you your favorite flavor!

Tartaglia gets rocky road, cookie dough, or cookies and cream

has a really hard time deciding and takes forever

will happily share with you if you want some! takes a bite of yours when you aren’t looking

you two leave when you’re both ready

the drive home is mainly him chattering away and you in the passenger seat trying to not fall asleep after such an exhausting but fun! day how does he always have so much energy???

occasionally waves his hand in front of your face to see if you’re still awake

“Hey that reminds me, earlier I saw a— wait, hey! C’mon, don’t fall asleep yet! I still have so much to talk about!”

✦ Wriothesley:

prefers to go in the evening

less sun and less people and also the time he gets off of work on an early day

his mood improves so much and he lights up when he sees you after work

after a lot of persuasion you manage to convince him to wear a floral tropical print shirt that matches your clothes!

he keeps it buttoned up for now though

you also notice one of Sigewinne’s shark stickers on the collar of Wriothesley’s shirt how did that get there??

you find it cute so you don’t say anything about it

its close to dinnertime when you arrive so he takes you to a local, slightly formal restaurant that’s super close to the beach!

now you see why he didn’t want to wear that shirt

both of you feel just a tad bit out of place in your more casual beach attire but you don’t really care

besides, why should other people’s opinions stop you from having a good time?

while you’re waiting for your food the two of you will talk about how your day/week has been and anything else you can think of to bring up

will happily listen to you if you ramble

finds it so refreshing to hear your voice

purchases an iced tea with his meal bc he’s Wriothesley

the food is great! and at the end you both share a dessert like a little cake or ice cream

you guys leave and start walking side by side towards the beach

he’ll give you piggyback rides or let you sit on his shoulders if you ask! will be able to carry you, 100%, no problem AAAAHHAHA THE THOUGHT IS MAKING MY HEART EXPLODE

if he’s giving you a piggyback ride he loves when you rest your head on his shoulder, it makes his heart flutter when he feels your breath on his neck

if you’re sitting on his shoulders his favorite thing is when you run your fingers through his hair or give him a little head massage!

you two pass by a boba store while you’re walking and he’ll buy something for you if you want it! he’ll get something for himself too

if he doesn’t know what to get then he’ll buy the same thing you’re getting! he trusts your judgement :)

you guys finally get to the ocean and take a walk along the shore together

the sun is setting and the colors are reflecting off the waves and it’s soooo pretty

the two of you hold hands and point out strange little shells that wash up on the beach as the waves tickle your feet

you reach a pier and decide to continue walking there

at this point it’s almost all dark and the moon and stars are starting to peek out

you reach the end of the pier and lean on the railing with Wriothesley right next to you

you’re admiring the reflection of the stars on the water with him when all of a sudden you hear a loud BANG! and a flash of light

you both look up and realize that they’re doing a firework show tonight! wow what a coincidence yk im so shocked

you scoot closer to him and lean your head on his arm/shoulder while he wraps one arm around your waist

you think he whispers something about the fireworks and your beauty but you can’t really hear it

gives you a smooch on the top of your head once it’s over!

finally finds Sigewinne’s sticker on his shirt at the end of the night when you get home and he’s taking his clothes off and changing into pajamas

“…You’re saying this was on here the whole time and you didn’t tell me?”

✦ Itto:

he finally manages to shake Kuki off his back so he decides to take you to the beach! even though it’s the fact that you’re going with him that makes her comfortable enough to let him go

forgets most of the supplies so you’re the one packing snacks, drinks, towels, etc.

one thing he doesn’t forget is the toys!

brings water blasters, volleyballs, floaties, buckets and shovels that are meant for little kids, etc.

wears swim trunks, sandals, and sunglasses for dramatic effect and that’s it

wants to do anything and everything with you!

first thing he sees is some kids building a sand castle and wants to do the same with you

no matter how much effort the two of you put in you can’t seem to get it to look nice

Itto still likes it though and puts a little leaf at the top for a flag ugh so precious

he takes a picture of it for memories and you guys walk away from it some kid probably tramples it like five minutes later

digs a little trench for water from the ocean to flow into! doesn’t mean any harm by it just wants to satisfy his inner child

doesn’t realize it might turn into one of those giant rivers in like a month

will have a water gun fight with you in the water while you’re swimming!

not really sure how that’s supposed to work smoothly but that’s his attempt at killing two birds with one stone

will also blow up a giant floatie with his own breath and almost pass out and forget about it/not even use it

also wants to play volleyball with you

since it’s just you two he invites some kids that he met a few minutes ago over to play on teams with you!

prefers to be on a team with you

you find it cute when he pouts after the other team absolutely demolishes you

if/when your team finally wins he’ll give you a giant bear hug!

all those kids probably get nicknames lol

when you guys are hungry you don’t really sit down for a proper meal since you’re having so much fun playing, and instead just munch on chips, fruit, granola bars, etc.

if you’re craving something else though you guys will get something like nachos from a food cart across the street from the beach

also gives you piggyback rides but likes to run around instead of walking

always blushes a bit when you put your arms around his neck and your hands rest on his chest

you guys stay until nighttime!

you set up a campfire together and bust out the marshmallows and graham crackers and chocolate!

the smores are super tasty but he probably scorches half of the marshmallows or unintentionally sets them on fire good thing the ocean is right next to you

shares his best marshmallows with you!

(be prepared to be the one driving home later since he’s going to be knocked out from being so active and energetic all day! when he’s tired he has really cute little snores that slowly evolve into some kind of monster roar snore)

Itto tells his scary stories with a flashlight shining up at his face for dramatic effect

“Now prepare for the One and Oni Arataki Itto to blow you away with this electrifying horror story!!! … AUAAHHOWW-! What was that?!” some crab probably pinched him

✦ A/N: Had a lot of fun writing these! Might do a part two if people are interested/request it!

[pixuou]

Lilith: Ugh, I can't believe I have to spend my Saturday here. I can't imagine what must be so important that they needed us both to come.

Angela: Don't be like that! You never even call Mum and Dad, they deserve to see you every once in a while.

Lilith: What for? So I get to listen to them tell me off for my grades and fight each other passive-aggressively? If they're so unhappy, they should just get that divorce already.

Angela: Maybe that's what they want to talk to us about...

Mary-Sue: Come on in girls!

Angela: In a minute Mum!

Lilith: And how much of my business is that, exactly?

Angela: Lilith, they're your parents too! You should care what happens to your family and how they're doing.

Lilith: As long as nobody's dying, I really don't.

Lilith: I hope they at least made lunch. I've had takeaway way too many times this week.

Mary-Sue: Sorry girls, I didn't have time to cook, I had to go to the office earlier today to handle some very important paperwork. We got Chinese, take a box! Your dad will join us in a minute.

Angela: Thanks Mum.

Lilith: I'm not hungry.

Angela, whispering to Lilith: Remember, let's keep the peace.

Mary-Sue: So, it's official now: I'm the party's mayoral candidate in next year's elections!

Angela: That's huge news!

Lilith: So my mother is now the face of the Conservative Party? I can't imagine anything worse happening.

Angela: Lilith!

Lilith: What? You know it's true! Not even you want the conservatives to win, and nor do any of our friends. Don't lie.

Daniel: I know politics isn't for the youth, but—

Lilith: No Dad, that's not what I said. Politics IS for the youth, actually, and that's exactly why I'm—

Daniel: Don't interrupt me! I was about to say it doesn't matter what you think of the party, your mother has been working tirelessly for this position and deserves your respect.

Lilith: Oh, look who's suddenly the champion of showing her respect! Now that you're unemployed and in debt, you suddenly need her and the stability, yeah?

Mary-Sue: Your father has always been supportive of my career. Sure, we had our ups and downs in the past, but we're entering this new phase in our lives together.

Daniel: And I'll have you know I am already in talks with another football team, so I won't stay without work for long. A lot of the debt is already paid off.

Lilith: Okay... whatever... by the way, I'm dropping out of college.

All in unison: WHAT?!

Mary-Sue: Where did this come from?

Lilith: You guys do what you want, I'll do what I want too. It's my choice. There's no point finishing my degree, it's not going to get me in the music industry anyway.

Daniel: After all the money we sent you to pay for your accommodation?

Angela: Errmm, I'm sure Lilith still has a lot of thinking to do about this, and it's never that simple, right, Lilith? We're still going over things, right? Don't worry, nothing's decided yet! ... Anyway... Umm... Did I tell you Dustin has picked the dentistry major? He decided to become a dentist and he's going to earn big money with it. He's already looking at clinics to apply to once he's finished uni.

[gregoftom]

Any domestic tomgreg headcanons ??

domestic tomgreg my LIFE omg okay so;

when it comes to cooking, with greg; awful at it. terrible. but tries anyway. this video i think is like, perfectly greg attempting cooking for tom JDSKJDS. with tom; great cook we been knew. loves to cook for him and greg and it's always delicious. sometimes. Sometimes he'll let greg help, as in pass me that spice, taste this for me how is it, does it need anything? gradually he lets greg maybe chop an onion or something, but greg is clumsy and cuts himself easily, so it's a rare occurrence, tho when it Does happen tom will immediately turn off the heat/stop activity of cooking to suck greg's finger until the blood stops and greg is mesmerised and they get all horny and shit bc they are Not Normal about one another. obv the trope of 'fucking while the pie cooks' applies to them too.

greg is more often the little spoon when it comes to sleeping/cuddling [i base this somewhat on the fact that twice we see when greg is trying to sleep in the church and on that plane i Think to the hunting trip, he wraps his own arm around himself for self comfort]. he loves loves loves to have tom's strong warm arms around him, it makes him feel safe and it helps him sleep. occasionally they will swap when they turn in the middle of the night. greg is an ass against ya crotch titty in ya hand kinda guy. that's the placement he'll always end up in if he's spooning tom lmfao.

they will always bathe/shower together unless like, there's a very good reason not to lol. pretty much every time they'll just get in together, but if for some reason they wanna take turns, greg will just be pacing ranting all the goss and peeping every so often as tom suds his tits lol [and who could blame him!!!] then tom will get out and greg will do his usual stare trying not to jump him bc hhhhhhhhhh and try to hide his half chub, stumbling towards the shower/bath and getting in and tom is just observing him with a raised brow, enjoying the view, maybe aiming a smack at the ass if he can get one in and appreciating the squeak it gets, even though greg really should see it coming by now. tom will literally just Watch greg with a towel around his waist and sometimes greg miiight put on a bit of a show but they'd get a bit silly with it, greg humming the strip song and doing a silly dance and getting a grin from tom but it's sexy too like ugh. they're still best friends. sigh.

sometimes they will just read together in their leisure time, or greg will go on his phone, or fall asleep with his head in tom's lap being petted by tom's free hand. comfortable silences abound.

[spider-jaysart]

Young age au:

9 year old Tim: Drawing in his notebook at his bedroom desk

5 year old Damian, peeking at what his older brother is doing: What are you doing?

Tim, immediately slamming his notebook closed in surprise: Nothing!

Tim, seeing that it's just his little brother behind him: Hey, what are you doing spying on me in my room? Didn't you read the sign on my door? (Points at bedroom door)

Damian, looking up at Tim: I did, and it said "Damien is not allowed in my room at all" but you spelled my name "Damian" with an e, and I'm not Damien, so that rule doesn't apply to me

Tim, faceplaming at his accidental spelling mistake on the sign and for his brother creating reasons for why he can indeed walk into his room without permission: Ugh! You're still not allowed in here!

Damian, crossing his arms: You took my art pencil and still haven't given it back to me!

Tim, pointing at his bedroom door once again: Well I don't know where it is, so just go away!

Damian, becoming upset with this, as he begins to ball his hands into little fists: No! Mother gave me that pencil as a gift for me to draw with and you took it from me! Give it back!

Tim, now seeing that his little brother isn't gonna just leave the room without a fight, since this pencil of his wasn't just a random pencil and actually meant something to his little bro: (Sigh) Fine! If I give it back, will you leave me alone and leave my room?

Damian nods in response with his arms crossed

Tim, getting up from his chair: Alright, I'll go get it for you

After looking through some of his pencil holders, he finally finds the pencil and turns back to go give it to him

Tim, walking back to Damian with the pencil in his hand: Here, I found it, now you can go- Hey! What are you doing??!!

Damian, who was looking through Tim's notebook while he was busy searching for the pencil: Just observing

Tim, quickly closing his notebook back and rudely handing Damian back his pencil, almost shoving him away as he hurriedly did so: Not in my notebook!! That's private! Just leave and go back to whatever it was that you were doing over there!

Damian, still standing behind his brother, ignoring his request to leave the room: Were you drawing anime and the Justice League members?

Tim, glancing at his brother as he's grumpily laying his face on his notebook: ....Yeah, so? Why do you care?

Damian: I also saw that you drew Alfred the cat

Tim, after a moment of silence and some thought, begins to open up his notebook once again, revealing to Damian the page of his pet cat for him to completely see, along with some of the other drawings in the page that he had recently seen

Tim, as he let's Damian look at the drawings once again: .... They're all just little random doodles really, I just.... don't really like anyone looking at them cause I'm not really that good at making them, so it's kinda embarrassing for me when someone sees it

Damian, looking at them: I'd say it's not so bad but there are some improvements that could be made. For example, Hal's arms should be shorter, they're going too far past down his legs and knees and Sailor Moon's head should be smaller instead of how big you drew it and you shouldn't be giving everyone such big jaws, it doesn't help, you should also start looking at anatomy or references for drawing muscles, cause it looks you just drew circles on everyone's arms and stomachs, which doesn't make it look a lot like actual muscles

Tim, looking at his drawings, thinking about how it would look with Damian's advice: .... That...That might actually help me

Damian then walks away to leave the room

Tim, in his desk chair, turning around to his brother before he can leave: Hey, maybe.... you could help me learn how to make the rest of my drawings look better

Damian, after giving Tim a short glance, leaves the room anyways, leaving his older brother alone with a confused and a bit of a sad expression on his face, since he had hoped that this could've been something that they both could have bonded over together but before he can turn back to his desk to sulk, Damian comes back running into the room with a sketchbook in his hands and with Alfred the cat behind him

Damian, holding his big sketchbook in front of him, with his art pencil in hand too: I need a chair, I can't reach the desk

Later, Bruce goes upstairs to check up on them both

He peeks into Tim's bedroom and sees the unexpected sight of him and Damian both drawing together at the desk there in the room, talking to eachother without yelling or fighting for once as they are also both showing eachother their drawings, while Alfred the cat is resting on the bed

Bruce, looking through the bedroom doorway: Alfred, do you see this?

Alfred, next to Bruce: Yes, it seems the boy's are getting along quite well, Sir

Bruce: Huh, you can see it too, so I guess i'm not just imagining things after all. Well, this is good then, I like seeing them get along instead of the usual fights between them

A happy smile then begins to grow on his face as he continues to watch the warm sight between his two son's. He then happily walks away, not wanting to interrupt their rare bonding moment, he decides that he'll just come back later to remind them about dinner

[sionisjaune]

After a secret is revealed brocedes!

Nico burst inside the lab, the panels of his white coat flapping furiously behind him. 

“You,” he said, ripping a spare pair of safety goggles from the rack near the door and shoving them over his head. He stalked over to Lewis’s bench and slammed his palms down on the table. Lewis’s glassware rattled, and the spongy surface of the gel medium he was inspecting quivered underneath the microscope. 

“You got the Lauda Award,” said Nico. His face was flushed, and his hair was in disarray, barely mollified by the band of his safety goggles. “What happened to applying together, Lewis? We had a plan.”

Lewis nudged the petri dish out from under the lens and capped it, setting it to the side. Now that Nico was here, his work was certainly done for the day. “I decided to go for it.” 

“Ugh,” said Nico, an ugly noise in his throat. He carded a hand through his hair, freeing several locks from the confines of his goggles. His hair fell over his face in a floppy sheet, exactly like it had when he and Lewis were fifteen. Lewis watched him shake silently with rage and resentment, shivering like a malfunctioning machine. Eventually he produced a packet of folded papers from the pocket of his coat. He shook the paper in front of Lewis's face. “HAM4 transcription factor misfolding is related to muscle function in adults with cerebral palsy.” Nico’s whole face was screwed up, like he was tasting something sour. “Since when do you even work on this?”

Lewis's heart skipped a beat and began to race, blood pounding anxiously in his ears. He busied his hands flipping the microscope off. Nico was accusing him of keeping his research secret as if Nico didn’t close his laptop whenever Lewis walked behind his desk on the way to make tea—as if Nico didn’t shut the door to Toto’s office when he was in there, so that Lewis couldn’t hear them down the hall. As if their days of sharing crib sheets and editing each other’s papers weren't already a decade in the past.

“Where did you get that?” said Lewis, standing from the stool. He shoved the cover over the microscope and lifted the petri dish to return it to the incubator.  

“You really should lock your desk,” said Nico, eyes dark.  

Lewis blinked, and paused where he was, halfway across the lab. He spun around, petri dish in hand. “Let me get this straight,” said Lewis. “You’re accusing me of breaching your trust when you stole my research from my desk?”

“We had a plan,” Nico whined. It really was whining. Lewis used to think it was sexy, how Nico’s voice climbed to a woman’s breathless octave when he wanted something badly. “Fuck, Lewis,” he said. “One more year, and then we were going to do it together.” Lewis watched him make a big show of damning the lab safety protocols and removing his goggles to rub at his angry eyes. “It’s fucking over, now.” 

“We shouldn’t be collaborating anyway,” said Lewis, shaking. He turned back around to finish putting the tissue culture away. It was better if he didn't have to stare at Nico’s red face. “Our fields are diverging. We’re only going to slow each other down.” 

“I’m not talking about collaborating,” said Nico, coldly. “We’re done. Find a new apartment, and find a new fucking boyfriend. You seem to like that geeky post-grad just fine—maybe he’ll fuck you and let you leech off of his grant too.” 

Nico turned around and walked out in the same way he had entered, in a giant, theatrical flurry, flinging his goggles and Lewis’s research at the ground. The door slammed shut after him, and Lewis was left kneeling in front of the incubator, warmth radiating through the little glass window in the front, his dish of muscle cell culture tucked gently inside.

His research fluttered to the floor, a snowstorm of text and tables, and settled on the vermiculite. Some dreams died. Lewis decided he could live with that.