#occasionally a movie if one of them is very sick and needs to stay in bed

[lanawinterscigarettes]

More Important (Greg House x gn reader x James Wilson)

Summary: you not feeling well is far more important than work in your boyfriends' eyes

Warnings: the reader is sick/doesn't feel good but it isn't specified the reason why so it's pretty much up for interpretation, House and Wilson are both loving and worried boyfriends, kind of hurt/comfort given the themes, brief and mild swearing, they/them pronouns are used to refer to the reader one (1) time in a gender neutral manner

A/N: I felt awful when I woke up the other day and when I went back to sleep I had a dream with House and Wilson that ended up inspiring this fic

When you woke up that morning, every muscle in your body ached as if someone had dropped a sack of bricks on you while you slept. As much as you wanted to just stay in bed, you unfortunately had to get up to use the bathroom.

House was still asleep next to you, letting out the occasional peaceful snore despite the time indicating he'd be late for work if he didn't wake up soon. Not that he cared.

Wilson was already up and ready, from what you could tell. That assumption was later confirmed when you stumbled to the bathroom, the sight before you making it seem as though your boyfriend was being serenaded by the sound of the blow dryer as he fixed his hair.

"Are you almost done? I need the bathroom," you mumbled groggily, leaning up against the side of the doorframe while you waited for him to finish.

"Well, good morning to you, too," He responded in a voice that was far too chipper for your taste given how early it was. "And yeah, almost." He shut off the blow dryer and turned to face you, his big brown eyes studying you with a slight look of concern. Being a doctor, of course he could recognize when something was physically wrong.

"Are you okay?" He tentatively asked, trying to approach the subject in a delicate manner. After all the time he'd spent with House he knew not everyone wanted to talk about their feelings or even admit when something was wrong.

"Yeah, 'm fine. Jus' have a slight headache." Technically it wasn't a full lie, as your head did hurt, but you were greatly underexaggerating the pain level in hopes he wouldn't worry.

Big mistake. Almost as soon as you shut the bathroom door did Wilson turn and head towards the bedroom with the full intent of waking up your other boyfriend.

By the time you were done, both House and Wilson were standing close together, presumably discussing your supposed symptoms, even if you couldn't hear what they were saying.

"I know you guys are talking about me," you grumbled out the accusation while shuffling back over to the bed. Wilson looked a bit guilty to be talking about something involving you behind your back, but House just seemed amused you still had the energy required to dish out snark despite not feeling good.

"Whatever led you to that conclusion?" House asked rhetorically. "We very well could've been discussing what traffic will be like on the way in to work, or our favorite romantic movies." At that, Wilson rolled his eyes in annoyance. House ignored him, finishing with, "Not everything is about you, y'know."

"Don't play dumb with me," was the only thing you could manage to get out as a response given how tired you were. Collapsing onto the bed, you curled under the covers in hopes that maybe all you needed was a couple hours of extra sleep.

Too exhausted for your brain to work properly, you only picked up bits and pieces of their conversation. From what you could tell, they were trying to decide whether or not they should stay home from work to look after you, and if so who it should be out of the two of them.

"I'll stay here with them. Just tell Cuddy I can't come in today because of a medical emergency," House offered while glancing over at your blanket clad form. As much as he acted like he didn't care, he didn't enjoy seeing you in pain, even if it was over something small.

"Are you sure?" Wilson questioned, just to double check in case he wanted to change his mind.

House nodded his head to confirm, uttering "yeah, I'm sure" in an uncharacteristically soft voice.

You heard the sound of footsteps approaching, feeling as Wilson leaned down to press a kiss to your face, murmuring the words "I have to go to work, but I'll be back soon". You just nodded, too weak to say anything more than a quiet "love you".

After he left, House made his way back over to the bed, gently nudging what he assumed to be your leg with his cane. "Move over," he commanded in his usual gruff manner that led little room for argument.

Obliging, you shifted over on the bed, giving him the space to lay down in his normal spot. "Sorry."

He let out a sigh as he got on the bed, feeling a little bad he was so rude given just how pathetic you looked. "It's fine."

The two of you were quiet for a moment before you spoke up again, your voice sounding a little hoarse. "I'm sorry you got stuck here with me. I'm sure you'd rather be doing anything else other than this."

As much as he didn't want to admit it, hearing you say that hurt his heart a little. Then again, he couldn't necessarily blame you for thinking that. "Not true. Why would I want to be in a hospital full of sick people I don't even like when I could be with only one sick person I can at least tolerate?"

You let out a snort of laughter, fully recognizing the jest in his tone. He obviously cared, the grumpy bastard, even if he didn't show it very often.

He felt accomplished when he heard your laugh, continuing in a softer and more genuine tone. "Besides, some things are more important, anyway."

"Mhm." Humming softly in agreement, you moved closer to him on the bed until your head was resting against his shoulder, making sure to give him the space to get up and stretch his leg if he needed to later on. "I love you."

A faint smile formed on his face at your words, one of his arms reaching over to wrap around you protectively. "I know." It was his own way of showing his love for you without having to say the words.

Feeling comfortable and safe in his arms, you must've dozed off because the next thing you remembered was being woken up by the sound of a door opening and shutting.

"Could you be any louder?" House's irritated voice rang out through your ears, the sound not being entirely unpleasant even if it did manage to wake you up more.

"Sorry," you heard Wilson apologize in a hushed tone. There's no way it was evening already, which meant he must've gotten off work early.

"What are you doing back here?" You called out, your voice sounding tired yet curious. "You're supposed to still be at work."

"I couldn't stay knowing you were home sick," he responded as he slipped under the covers next to you, not even bothering to change into more comfortable clothes first.

"Oh, sure, just forget all about me," House complained in mock offense, something that Wilson chose to outrightly ignore.

"But the hospital- I mean, you're the head of oncology, you can't just-"

"Some things are more important," Wilson gently cut off your worries, his hand reaching out to rest on top of yours.

"Hm, that sounds familiar," you muttered while giving House a look that said 'I know you two have been talking about me again'. He looked back as if he had no clue what your deal was.

"Go back to sleep, honey. We'll both still be here when you wake back up." It was hard to ignore the command of the oncologist next to you, especially when he spoke in such a low and soothing way.

"Okay," you agreed without a fight, snuggling comfortably into the arms of your two boyfriends as you closed your eyes and allowed sleep to overtake you yet again, starting to feel a lot better already.

End notes: I feel like I'm not very good at writing fics with poly couples which is a damn shame because I really love doing it </3

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hi jojo! i want to thank you for making your hcs and how much happiness it brings reading them everytime ❤️ i'm autoimmune i unfortunately caught a bad round of bronchitis this week and was very curious if it isn't too much trouble to ask, can you write for izana (in the good timeline) with a partner that gets sick really easy how he would be attempting comfort them during these times?

Ah thanks!!! Oh no, I hope you're feeling a bit better though and will recover quickly from the bronchitis! But here's what I think Izana caring for a reader who get's sick easily would be like!

Caring for someone doesn't come naturally to Izana, he's never really had to do it much before. And if it's being completely honest with himself there's not many people he would agree to care for. The list only really contains his siblings (Shinichiro or Emma tend to take those roles anyway), Kakucho (who seems to never get sick) and you.

But despite all that he tries his best in caring for you because he hates seeing you sad or sick (don't tell the others, especially Mikey or Ran).

Insists you rest and that he'll take care of everything himself, he'll pick up any medicines, tidy the house, cook etc. Will carry you back to bed if you try to help too.

Although he says he'll handle things by himself, this frequently involves him telling the other S62 members and Kakucho to come round so that they can also help with the cleaning/ cooking.

Also gets a bit overprotective of you during this time (even more the usual). One time when the S62 was helping out around the house, Rindou decided to play some music but it was a bit too loud. Izana nearly threw him out of a window for "maybe disrupting your rest" (he wasn't serious with that threat but he was annoyed).

Tries to make either your favourite foods or foods he think will help you. He isn't always the best cook but he tries his best.

Sings you songs on his guitar more often whenever your ill, he knows you likes it.

Takes time to relax with you too, he knows being stuck resting isn't all that fun so he'll spend time watching movies with you etc (he won't even complain if you pick something he hates).

Also takes time off of work to make sure you're ok (he leaves Kakucho in charge and one day Kakucho comes round with a bunch of made get well soon cards from the kids).

He doesn't show it or rather he tries not to but he worries about you a lot during this time.

Sometimes he'll ask Shinichiro or some of the others for advice, though he normally phrases it as if he's not asking for himself.

Encourages you to vent a bit if you want about being sick (Izana himself complains a bunch whenever he's ill). Will sit and listen to you if you want that.

Occasionally talks about sickness as if it's a fight (you need to kick that bronchitis etc).

And lastly, he seems to have 0 fear of getting sick himself when contagious illnesses are involved. Continues to kiss you, hug you, stay close to you etc. Says he'd rather be near you and risk it then stay away.

[dekheinjee]

my random hcs about nanami that I've thought of over the years 🫶🏽

- he sees haibara in yuji, accidentally called yuji yuu one time

- he loves trying out different dishes and then recreating them at home

- if yuji was his toddler nanami would read to him every night

- people hc him to be an early riser but I think he'd sleep in a little whenever he got the chance

- he has a small tattoo but it's in a place you can't see because his job as a salaryman wouldn't allow tattoos

- he would move the furniture around in his house so he and his s/o could slow dance

- his underwear is the same print and colour like his tie lol

- he doesn't mind being sick that much because it gives him the chance to stay home and rest

- cats are his weakness, he'd 100% adopt one

- he got his ears pierced during his short lived emo phase in highschool

- he gets sensory overload often. he hates crowds, bright lights, or loud noises

- he used to get migraines when he was a teenager

- in winters he'd wear funky patterned scarves, just like his tie

- he likes to clean. when he's worried or angry or just needs a distraction, he cleans (remember his house from kai kai kitan? his home is immaculate)

- he's very well read. no matter what the topic is, he has a calculated opinion backed with good sources

- he's the type of person who would like spoiling his friends. he'd occasionally buy them small treats or give them little gifts

- he'd like watching period movies and dramas

[abonnymouse]

Coming Soon to a Hallmark Channel Near You: The Angel of Christmas Music

Yes, I currently have three fanfictions I could be working on. No, I didn't choose to channel this creative energy into any of them. Instead, I chose to write a script treatment for a Phantom of the Opera themed Hallmark Christmas Movie (tm). Enjoy!

We open on Christine, standing in front of a old-school theatre on a nondescript small town Main Street. In the corner of the frame, we see a poster advertising a huge Christmas concert event, starring Christine Daaé.

She's on the phone, clearly in a hurry, talking to her fiancé "I know it's just a small role in a Christmas concert, but it's my first big gig since my dad died, I want to make a good first impression!"

She rushes in, immediately gets mistaken for the new costume girl, and is too flustered and awkward to correct the woman who made the assumption, who turns out to be the star of the concert, and the theatre manager's wife, Carlotta.

Some character introductions ensue, and we meet the actual costumer, Meg, who immediately becomes Christine's best friend for the movie. They talk about how excited they are to start working on the concert. After the rehearsal, Meg invites her to come get hot chocolate/eggnog/mulled cider at the local cafe, but Christine politely declines, saying she wants to practice her part a little more.

Meg warns her that the opera is haunted, and she should be careful not to hang around too late. Christine laughs and says that ghosts are for A Christmas Carol, and she'll be fine.

While she's practicing, a mysterious voice (that sounds like a handsome man) whispers to her, offering tips on how to sing better. Christine tries to locate the person speaking, but can't find him.

The next day, she tells Meg that the theatre was weird after dark, and Meg tells her the story of the building, how it used to be owned by the Carriere family, but the parents died and no one has seen the son in years. No one knows what happened to him, or who owns the theatre. All anyone knows is that the lights stay on and someone signs their paychecks, and occasionally leaves notes instructing the manager on what to do.

Christine stays late again that night, and once again hears the voice. Rather than being scared again, this time she tells the mysterious, handsome voice that her father used to encourage her to practice singing by telling her about the Angel of Music, but he died right before Christmas last year, and she stopped wanting to sing, despite being on the verge of a huge breakthrough in her career. The voice is sympathetic, sharing that his parents are also dead. Christine looks thoughtful, remembering Meg's story.

A week or so goes by, it's very obvious that Christine is a better singer than Carlotta, but since she's not married to the manager, she has the smaller part. She stays late every night to talk to her "Angel of Music". He tells her that he's just a guy, but that he doesn't want to talk about who he is.

One night while talking to him, she gets a call from her fiancé, Raoul, and he tells her that he had a work thing come up in the Big City, and he can no longer come see her in the Christmas Concert. She hangs up the phone, looking sad. She tells her angel that she and Raoul have known each other since they were kids, and she's never even dated anyone else, but lately he seems different, and all he cares about is work. She says she's sure it'll be different after they're married, but she doesn't sound convinced.

Carlotta gets sick, and someone needs to replace her. The manager is given a note telling him he has to make Christine the star.

She almost quits before singing the big number for the first time, but her angel whispers some words of encouragement (that no one else seems to hear somehow) and she wows everybody.

Unfortunately, the first dress rehearsal is a disaster, and despite all her practice, she can barely squeak out two words. She runs offstage crying.

She cries in her dressing room, saying that she just can't sing anymore, that she lost the music and the magic of Christmas when her father died. Her dressing room mirror slides open, and a guy steps out, wearing a mask.

She goes with him to his super cool, and festively decorated apartment under the theatre, where she learns that his name is Eric Carriere and he owns the theatre, but since he got hurt in the accident that killed his parents, he's been avoiding people and living under the theatre, just trying to keep it running to honour his parents' memory.

They swap trauma for a little bit. He tells her that he sometimes misses living in the world, but that ever since the accident that messed up his face, he doesn't feel comfortable around people. "I don't belong up there anymore. It's better for me here."

Eventually he asks her to sing a romantic duet with him, during which she pulls of his mask, revealing a scar running down part of his face. This is a hallmark movie, so he is still very conventionally sexy.

He freaks out, but she informs him that it doesn't bother her, she thinks he's beautiful because he's been so kind to her, helping her rediscover the magic of music/Christmas.

The next day is the last rehearsal before the big Christmas Eve performance. Christine is doing a little better, but she still stays late to practice. for the first time, time Eric joins her onstage and they sing a very romantic duet. For a moment it seems like he might kiss her, and then the door opens, Christine turns around, stunned to see that Raoul decided to surprise her by coming to the big performance.

Christine looks around to find that Eric vanished...

The day of the big performance, Christine is super nervous, and despite running around looking for him, she can't find Eric anywhere, and she doesn't know how to open the mirror door to go to his place in the basement.

She tries to explain everything to Raoul but he makes fun of her, and then tries to get her to blow off the big show to spend Christmas with his family in the Big City. She says no and breaks up with him, realising that her heart belongs to someone else.

Minutes before she's meant to go onstage, she stands in her dressing room, begging Eric to come hear her sing, telling him that she needs him, that he made her want to sing again, that he taught her the magic of music and the true meaning of Christmas, love. She's in love with him.

She thinks he won't come, but she goes onstage to sing, promising that it will be dedicated to him. He surprises her by showing up onstage, without his mask, to sing with her in the performance. They kiss, everyone cheers. Christine decides to stay in the nondescript small town, Eric decides to stop living underground. They fire the manager and Carlotta and run the theatre together. Happily Ever After.

[goldenmetstli]

General Headcanons of Seto Kaiba

I have nothing to say but that he has been on my mind lately lol ¯\(ツ)/¯

✮ Doesn't like being touched, and Mokuba is the only one who can hug him. When they were kids, Seto was more affectionate; they held hands while crossing the street; when Mokuba had a nightmare, they cuddled, etc. After being adopted and enduring Gozanburo abuse, Seto now has a hard time being physically affectionate.

✮ He's always extremely busy, so he doesn't get to watch a lot of movies, but his favorite genres are horror and sci-fi.

✮ He is running with 5 hours of sleep every day, eats only when he remembers (or has quick snacks like nuts and berries) and his mind is always running. Even with that, he tries to be healthy because he is one of those people that, when they get sick, they get knocked down for days.

✮ In his job, he is pretty innovative and willing to try new technology to improve his company, but in his private life, he has specific meals and drinks that he enjoys and rarely tries anything new. They also need to be prepared in a certain way; otherwise, he won't eat them.

✮ Not a fan of fast food and sweets, the complete opposite of Mokuba, who always has candy in his pocket and wants to eat out every day.

✮ Rarely cooks for himself, but he knows how to make basic meals and occasionally puts together a sandwich as a quick meal (with very expensive bread and meat, of course).

✮ Kaiba usually works on silence, but in his spare time (if he has any), he listens to rock and alternative music.

✮ Reads A LOT, primarily business-related. If he doesn't have time to read, he listens to audiobooks, usually in Japanese and English.

✮ He can speak english, chinese, korean and french.

✮ Until puberty, he had a stylist, but after becoming the CEO of Kaiba Corp, he fired them. He chooses what to wear for events and has even designed some of his outfits (his coat, for example). Needless to say, all of his clothes and shoes are very expensive.

✮ Even if he is extremely busy he would never ever spend more than a day without taking a shower. He takes great pride in looking clean and presentable. He has an image to maintain, so you bet he always looks his best and smells amazing.

✮ Does he consider himself good-looking? Yes, and not only that, but he knows he is effortlessly handsome, so trying to look hot is not a priority because he knows he just looks like that. Still, it is not like he flaunts his appearance; he is more proud of his mind and hard work.

✮ As much as he stays current with the latest technology and business practices, he is very far removed from internet culture. So yes, he only knew what a meme was when Mokuba told him, and now Mokuba helps in the digital marketing area.

✮ He's pretty much a jerk, but he is extremely professional and pays fairly to his employees. The work environment? Well, the higher your position, the higher the anxiety, but if you work at the desk, it is a pretty good job. But mind you, he expects you to give your best even if you are in the lowest position in the company.

✮ On days when he has had a lot of work and has not been able to sleep well, he has fallen asleep in his limousine.

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SFW Alphabet | Elijah Hewson

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Shows affection with physical touch and of course through music when he can't express it with his words. He's quite romantic but not in an over the top or cheesy way. He's the type to quietly admire you from afar. He doesn't need to explain himself, he just acts on his admiration for you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you also have a creative streak you bond over that, and it doesn’t necessarily even have to be music. Could be Art, or could be fashion. Either way you guys influence each other and act as the other’s muse even before you realise there are any romantic feelings.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

On the sofa at home when it’s just the two of you watching a movie or your favourite show.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Eli is an amazing cook and he loves to make dinner for you both (when he’s not taking you out to eat). As for cleaning ehhhh not so much...

I think he maybe would settle down eventually, but not right now when the band is in its prime and still has a long way to go.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

You're able to work through the issues brought on by touring and being long-distance for several weeks, but the biggest dispute you both have is about settling down. After having several arguments you eventually both decide that the relationship isn't going anywhere and its for the best that you just break it off. He'd be hurt for a few days, sulking in his room and playing the blues on his guitar.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again, probably settle down eventually but just not anytime soon, if he’d even want to get married. He might just want to stay with you without the marriage part.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be soft spoken when it's required of him, particularly when you're sick or upset. His physical touch is never rough or demanding, he’ll always give you the same energy you’re giving him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Maybe not full hugs but I think at any opportunity he’ll have an arm around you. Stood out in the smoking area? Arm around you. Talking to someone? Arm around you. At a party? Arm around you. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like he writes it in a song for you before he actually says it, but you know he means it because his music means so much to him that he wouldn’t write a song for you if he didn’t mean every lyric he sang.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not jealous of every guy who even looks at you, more jealous in a protective way. If a guy is talking to you and very obviously trying to flirt or making you uncomfortable he’ll swagger over with the mildly threatening “can I help you mate?” 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sneaky kisses in public and kisses for good luck before shows. I think for him it’s the lips or nothing, although occasionally you’ll get a forehead kiss or a peck on the temple, especially if you’re shorter than him.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) 

If they're young enough to tolerate being held then sure, but once they gain the instinct to constantly move and run around he's a little out of his depth. Too much energy for a man who just wants to sit and smoke quietly. Growing up with three siblings he knows from experience how kids like to play fight and just generally be rowdy but he doesn't have it in him to be the one to tell them to settle down.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Every morning whichever one of you gets up first can be found making breakfast in the kitchen, hair smelling freshly of shampoo from the shower.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If he's just come back from tour you can expect there to be lots of just aimless cuddling for hours while he tells you stories and shows you pictures on his phone from tour. Once you get into more of a routine you catch up on a series together or stick one of your many vinyls on until you fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Eli is a flirt, sure. But he keeps a lot to himself (well, when he isn’t writing it in songs at least) and so it would take a good few months for him to admit his feelings I feel, if you haven’t already beaten him to it. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I do think he’s an arguer. When he’s been on the road for a while and he’s tired and missing you, little disputes start over little things, but you’re both very quick to kiss and make up the next day and talk over whatever it is you were arguing over. Over the course of your relationship he gets better at clocking when he’s getting heated and needs to take a breather and you’ve found that less arguments have started this way.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

Eli is always looking for endearing little quirks about you to put into a song. You've started becoming mildly conscious of how you word your texts or what you say in a voice message because there's always a chance it'll become a lyric. I think he's one of those mysterious people, where you think he doesn't remember or doesn't listen when you're rambling about things you're passionate about, but then he'll surprise you a month later with a gift so perfectly sentimental that lets you know he's taking in every single word.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

When you got high together for the first time. It was such an intimate moment, the way you guys talked and laughed until you eventually fell asleep, asking deep questions and telling stories from your upbringings. You’d never felt closer as friends than that night.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

That man is not afraid of confrontation and will fight/argue in your defence for sure. The only thing he asks for in return is that his privacy is respected of course.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Of course you both contribute and each do your fair share of date planning but I feel like he’s reaaallly good at it (when he has the free time to do so). Dinner, picnics, walks you name it, this man is a soppy romantic deep down.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Aside from smoking (as good as he makes it look) I think maybe not cleaning up after himself (I.e leaving his guitar lying on the sofa after a late night songwriting session, not putting vinyls back on the shelf after finding one he wants, various leads and cables misplaced around the house from when he gets an idea he wants to record on the fly) 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I feel like he washes his face with a dirty wet towel but has a load of shit to put in his hair and spends a lot of time in front of the mirror just fluffing up the curls.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not necessarily. I think he’s very secure and confident in his own independence because of course he knows he can’t bring you on every tour with him, but knowing you’re cheering him on and supporting him even without physically being there means the world to him. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

When you told Eli you’d be out of town on the date of their gig in your city he was disappointed to say the least. Since you two had started seeing each other you hadn’t had the chance to see him play live yet (aside from the mini acoustic sets he serenades you with at his house). What you didn’t mention though, was that you were out of town during the day sure, but you’d be back by the evening with plenty of time to make it to the gig. You knew he’d put you on the guest list already, in the hopes that you might still somehow be able to make it, so all you had to do was turn up, flash your ID and enjoy the show. For a brief moment you had your doubts, worried that he might not spot you in the crowd and would leave immediately after the gig without even saying goodbye. But lucky for you that turned out not to be the case at all. You’d slipped away during the opening act to fix your makeup and upon leaving the bathroom with a fresh face you walked right into him in the corridor. The look on his face was hilarious and he made sure you got to watch the gig from side stage.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Probably someone who doesn’t understand work-life balance and doesn’t support the band, holds him back from achievements/success simply because it doesn’t suit them, always wants him to blow off rehearsals or interviews to hang out. I feel like also someone who’s really jealous and hates any girl that glances in his direction. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

You’re always bound to wake up with an arm in your face for sure. Sometimes he just forgets to come to bed altogether and falls asleep on the sofa, guitar on his lap or set down on the carpet after one of his previously mentioned late night songwriting sessions.

[lafiametta]

apologies if you've already answered an ask like this before - I was wondering what your thoughts were on the read of the tarmac/airplane scene that Igor was at the Zakharovs' beck and call because his life was ruined the way Galina was threatening to ruin Ani's (hence him living with his grandmother and driving her car)? we know at this point that he empathizes with Ani, but the particular details (the way he's looking at her, Galina winking at him) have been on my mind lately

This is a really interesting take, Anon, although I don't know that I necessarily agree with it. I mean, it's certainly possible — and with no explicit backstory given to Igor, we don't really know for sure — but there are some context clues that I think hint at what's going on. Just to preface: this is all very headcanon-y, so I'm not claiming this is the actual truth, just my interpretation.

From the movie, we know a few things about Igor's situation: he lives with his grandmother in Brightwater Towers (two condo buildings near the beach, which Ani implies are fairly nice), he drives his grandmother's car (according to the script, a 1983 Mercedes diesel), and she's got a prescription for Oxycodone (presumably for pain). Igor speaks with a Russian accent and occasionally has difficulty with English, so it's pretty clear he was born in Russia, although we don't know how long he's been in the United States. And he just turned thirty, meaning he was born in 1994.

Based on these clues, I think the likeliest scenario is that Igor's grandmother (and I would presume his grandfather, too) came to the US during the late 1970s or 80s, and moved to the Russian enclave of Brighton Beach, buying the condo in Brightwater as well as the car. Maybe one of their younger children came with them — although there's no aunt or uncle mentioned in the movie, so if they did exist, it's possible something happened to them. One of Igor's parents (depending on whether his grandmother is paternal or maternal) stayed in Russia; maybe they were older, say in university, and they didn't want to leave. (This would work within the timeline, making one of Igor's parents around 20 when their parents immigrated and 34 when Igor was born.) Igor grows up in Russia, and his grandparents are in the US; maybe he sees them through video chats or if/when they came back to Russia to visit after the fall of the Soviet Union.

At some point, Igor's grandfather dies and his grandmother is living alone in the Brightwater condo. She's got a little community there, though, so she's doing alright. But then she gets sick. The likeliest diagnosis would be cancer (especially if she smoked the way Igor does), but there are other possibilities. She's on prescription pain meds, but it's clear she needs someone to take care of her while she's going through treatment. Igor's in his late twenties at that point; maybe he doesn't have good prospects in Russia or maybe he just doesn't want to get drafted, but someone comes up with the idea that he should apply for a temporary visa to go to New York and take care of his grandmother while she's sick. Again, it's unclear how long he's been staying with her; from his English, he's gotten some fluency, so he could have been there at least a couple of years.

In terms of work, it seems like it would be pretty sporadic. He might not even be able to officially work in the US, so it's probably under the table and in cash. His expenses wouldn't be that high (enough to buy cigarettes and pay his phone bill), but I think he would probably want to contribute to groceries and utilities. (His grandmother's social security and maybe a pension fund from his grandfather would cover taxes and the condo fees.)

So his life can't really be “ruined” by the Zakharovs because he doesn't really have anything valuable enough to be taken; he never did. And I don't think he's really at their “beck and call;” he works for Toros, who calls him when he's needed, but I doubt he's on permanent retainer like Toros (and possibly Garnik). Ivan doesn't even seem to know him when he's first in the mansion (he calls him “some fucking gopnik”) and I suspect Galina Zakharov has no idea who he is either, just a guy hired to help out with finding her wastrel son.

But she works for him (albeit indirectly), and that's what's important. Because she (or her family) pays the bills, she thinks she owns him, which I think is what makes her wink more conspiratorial than threatening. She can take one look at him — cheap hoodie, track pants, sneakers — and know how little he counts for in the scheme of things. Unlike Ani, who could theoretically throw a temporary wrench in things, Igor's not even worth threatening. He's no one to her, just some nameless enforcer they pay.

And ultimately, Igor empathizes with Ani not because he's been ruined by the Zakharovs the way that they threaten to do to her, but because he sees her as a person fighting for her dreams and persistently battling powerful, entrenched forces to do so. At the beginning, she's literally fighting him, but as his time with her progresses, we watch him pull himself over to her side, until he's the one fighting for her, asking for an apology on her behalf and pocketing (or stealing?) an incredibly expensive piece of property from them to give back to her. Maybe it's class consciousness; maybe it's because he admires her and is starting to develop emotional and romantic feelings for her. Regardless, it's what drives him through the last third of the movie, and what compels him to support and comfort her in the final scene.

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Spookus Scareus

aintafraidofnoghostus

crows and their freight responses to paranormal happenings

Kaz is ultimately more superstitious than he lets on, and he isn’t going to hang around for shit to hit the fan. Noises in the night? Dolls moving on their own? Writing on mirrors? Fuck that. He’s out and gone. Weather it a run or a walk, he’s not sticking around thanks.

I’d had imagined it’d be the same for horror movies too- he’d rather die than admit to a living soul that he can’t stand the things. Especially ghost flicks (I wonder why). But he’s man enough to decide for himself he already has enough trauma and nightmares for his sick mind to work with, it doesn’t need further inspiration to haunt him with.

Inej is a very impulsive fighter, she strikes fast and deadly. If in paranormal happenings she’d stick around and likely survive. Using her common sense and sick combat skills. She might enjoy the occasional horror movie with friends, but I don’t think she’d watch it unprompted.

Nina would do every wrong thing in a paranormal scenario and some how live. She enjoys horror movies if only as a excuse to snuggle up to her fjerdan. If he’d ever watch one.

Mattias knows all the signs of paranormal stuff, and he does all the things to avoid them, salt, chalk, blessed tree water. He’d survive in a paranormal scenario because he believes in them. He doesn’t like horror movies, if only because he turns up his nose to them. For religious reasons, not indulging unholy or sac religious reproductions as part of his beliefs. everyone makes fun of him for this, but he doesn’t budge.

wylan would freeze. He might survive? If only because he just- stayed in one spot and refused to tempt fate. He doesn’t know what’s happening and has zero drive to find out. Wylan might enjoy horror movies himself. Especially ones that are based on real stories or legends.

Jesper would probably die lol. He’d do everything wrong and panic in the worst moments, ‘is this how we die???’ He’d watch horror movies because wylan likes them, and would get the get the piss scared out of him the whole time.

[samiwife]

I NEED SOME DATING HEADCANONS WITH ROBERT SMITH PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

OMG, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK FOR HEADCANONS!!! THANKS 4 THE REQUEST

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Robert Smith)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Robert would wake you up in the morning by wrapping his arms around you. You'd be surprised by how messy his hair is.

Lipstick smudges EVERYWHERE

Would take your lipstick without asking

You hear him sing in the shower constantly

You would always steal his oversized sweaters

He would try to teach you guitar but you always fail

You'd be the one with lipstick stains on your face, clothes, and bed.

During sex, you pull on his hair HARD

He's very quiet during sex

Occasionally he whimpers your name, and you LOVE it

He would take you to his favorite writing spots

You would always order tea for him even tho he feels bad about it

Robert believes "a man should always pay"

Would be upset if you didn't eat a proper meal

Would always bring an extra piece of food just in case you got hungry

Would doubt himself in holding your hand

He loves praise and cuddling

Would watch old black and white movies with you

Would fall asleep at your place every time on dates.

Always chews bubblegum and would blow bubbles

Would stick his tongue out at you

Would randomly take 0.5-angle pictures

Would take random photos of you

He likes it when you play with his hair

He loves it when you sing or do anything music-related

Would get silently jealous when you talk to guy friends

When he's mad he gives you the silent treatment

Loves flowers and would try to plant them in the backyard

Would randomly talk to strangers on the street

He would take you to see musicals and plays he likes

He would randomly eat plain bread

He wears oversized shirts, jackets, and everything.

When the weather is cold he would wear scarfs and make you cookies

Sometimes late at night, he would read books with pictures

When he can't sleep, he lies next to you in bed playing with your hair

Would make silly faces at you

Would widen his eyes when looking at you far away

Write poems on small sticky notes and stick them around the place

When he's sick, he stays in bed surrounding himself in blankets and pillows. So he looks like an old lady.

He has VERY cold hands

He also has very veiny and pale hands

Doesn't go outside much besides writing and gardening

Hates going shopping at malls and grocery stores

Hates hot weather (thinks it ruins his makeup)

Would creep up behind you and give you hugs

Loves to rest his head on your shoulder

Asks for you to paint his nails

Would always rant about his hatred for Morrissey

Would sleep like a vampire (haha jk)

He's very weird but in a good way

Never smiles but when he does it's for you

Loves animals, especially cats

Doesn't know how to use chopsticks

For Halloween, instead of matching. He would dress in drag like wigs and makeup

He would say "oh la la" when you take your clothes off (HAHA I'M SORRY)

He would also say "oh no no" when he messes something up

Would unironically say "yippie" or "yay" when he accomplishes something

And lastly, he would be a sweetheart while dating you. He would buy flowers, candy, etc for you. Hold your hand, hug you, etc. He'll just be an all in all sweetheart.

WOAH okay, this is my first time making headcanons so idk how to end it? So, I hope you enjoyed this attempted headcanon? Anyway, THANKS 4 READING!!!

[abeautylives]

Imperfect Moments - Chapter Nine

Series Masterlist

pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: about 3.5k this chapter

series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

chapter summary: It's a little too soon to be feeling guilt and jealousy, isn't it?

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, explicit sexual content, illicit smoking, signs of a panic attack, mention of oral (f. receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, smut directly below the cut

“Don’t stop…”

“M’not gonna stop ‘til you’re cumming all over my cock.” His hand crashes down over your ass before he grips the reddened flesh again.

You’re bent over the edge of his bed, face pushing deeper into the mattress with every pounding thrust, sheets soaking up your sweat and every curse and moan spilling from your lips.

He feels different, somehow softer despite the punishing pace of his hips leaving bruises on the backs of your thighs.

“Tell me you love it,” he grunts through gritted teeth, “tell me how much.”

Whining, you’re near tears when you tell him you love his cock, love the way he fucks you, love him.

I love you, I love you, fuuuck baby I love you so much.

When your cunt clenches down on him, when you cum for him, he fucks his own release into you until you’re both hissing from overstimulation.

He pulls out of you and pushes your body to the bed, lays out flat on his back next to you and catches his breath. Turning your head to him, cheek pressed firmly to the expensive cotton, he rolls his to the side and offers you a cheeky smile.

“I love you more, darling.”

You wake up violently, sitting straight up in your bed. Your breath is hitching in your throat as you run a hand over your face, covered in a cold sweat.

What the fuck. What. The fuck.

Completely parched, you throw your blanket from your body and pad to the kitchen, chug a full glass of tap water before filling another to carry back to your room.

Reaching your bed, you sit back against your headboard and lean your head back. You stare at the tiny, old water stain on your ceiling for what feels like hours, no longer tired and afraid of what you’d see behind your lids if you tried to close your eyes. When they start to hurt, you squeeze them shut so tightly that all you can see is squiggling lines of color before you crack them back open and slide down the sheets.

It’s irrational, but you almost feel sick with it. Guilt.

It was one of those dreams that seems so real that you can smell it. Taking a deep breath in through your nose, you feel a little more grounded when you realize that you can actually still smell Jake all around you, from a couple nights ago.

But the scent clinging to the sheets in your dream had distinctly been that of Josh.

Sleep must have found you eventually, because the sunlight blasting through your window wakes you this time. I really need to invest in curtains. Or at least remember to close the fucking blinds. With a groan, you roll away from the offensive dawn of a new day. You reach for your phone to check the time, it’s embarrassingly late but the clock still says AM so… that’s something.

You already have texts from each twin waiting to be read.

They had chilled out with it over the last week or so, especially Josh. He’d settled back into the occasional brief conversation here and there, but you still talked to him daily. It almost felt normal. This morning, he’s simply reminding you that they’re leaving for Connecticut in a few days and you’d promised to come over for a movie night.

You’re acutely aware that they’re leaving in a few days.

They won’t be gone very long, and they’ve left before. You’ve missed him before and been fine.

But you’ve never had to miss Jake.

He’s been at your apartment almost every night since last weekend, sometimes you eat dinner together and watch tv or a movie, sometimes he’s pawing at your body as soon as he steps through the door. Every time though, he finds his way inside you, fucks you however you need it. He lets you set the pace and he does it perfectly… every time.

Reminiscing over the last time, you open his texts.

Jake K: Good morning 😚

Jake K: Had a dream about you last night

Oh god.

You reply to both of their texts, letting Josh know you haven’t forgotten about movie night and asking him if tonight would work.

You return Jake’s good morning and ignore the one about the dream.

While you’re sitting on the couch waiting for coffee to brew, your phone vibrates on the table in front of you and you smile to yourself when you see Jake’s face on the screen.

“Hello Jacob.”

“Jacob huh. Wanna try that again?” The faux tone of authority is sort of sexy but it makes you chuckle.

“Umm, good morning lover.”

“Mm, good choice. How’d you sleep, sweetheart?”

“Not great, honestly but I’m fine.” You could’ve lied, but the small admission assuages a little bit of the baseless guilt you’re still feeling. “And yourself?”

“You sure you're okay?” In what you’ve found to be typical Jake fashion, he clings to your discomfort and feels the need to soothe it before he can move on. “What happened?”

“Nothing really, woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep. No big deal.” An omission of truth isn’t really a lie… right?

“Missed me too much?”

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Needed you here to wear me out.” Sex is a safe subject that usually distracts him from anything too serious. But of course, it’s not working today.

“Yeah.. heh, yeah I’m good for that. I feel like you’ve told me you haven’t slept well a bunch of times in the past couple weeks. Is that normal for you?”

Contemplating that question for a moment, you don’t answer right away and he fills the silence.

“Is there anything I can do?” The genuine concern in his voice warms you from the inside out.

“What did I do to deserve you?” It’s a thought that escapes on a whisper before you can stop it, you clasp a hand over your mouth as soon as you say it. On the other end of the line, Jake is grinning at his twin from across their kitchen island. Josh is staring at him, confused by the dopey look on his brother’s face, but to Jake it feels like a small victory. Deep down, he knows there is no competition for your affection but he also knows that only two weeks ago you were in love with the man sitting across from him.

“You deserve the world, I’m just doing what I can… Josh said you’re coming over here tonight?” You hadn’t been to their house since the night of the afterparty but movie nights with Josh used to be a regular thing, with Jake lurking somewhere upstairs or joining you in petulant silence.

“I am, but if he tries to make me watch that space odyssey movie again I’m leaving, I swear to god.” After sharing a laugh over your quip, you tell him that you should go and that you’ll see him later.

“Alright sweetheart, see you then. Have a good day.”

Your work day passes quickly but the unsettled feeling in the pit of your stomach does not. You’re not sure if it’s residual guilt or the rising anxiety from having to say goodbye to them so soon, but by the time Josh is pulling you through his front door and into his arms, your stomach is in knots.

You find yourself able to relax, a little, once you’ve had a beer and a half and you’re sitting on the marble countertop of their kitchen waiting on the popcorn in the microwave. Josh had asked if you wanted to smoke before the film and is currently in his room grabbing what he’s promised you is “really good shit”. Jake has kept a respectful distance since you arrived, but this moment alone has him slotting between your legs and begging for a kiss with puckered lips and wandering hands.

When those lips find the tender skin below your earlobe, he murmurs against it, “So did you miss me?” The low hum in your throat vibrates against his mouth. “Tell me how much.”

Oh. Oh no.

Josh saunters back into the room whistling a tune you don’t recognize and Jake immediately puts distance between your bodies, allowing you to release the breath you’d sucked in when he’d said… that.

“Like a couple of horny teenagers, the two of you. You know, it’s weird but I’m kind of getting used to it. No sex in my kitchen though, please.”

“It’s my kitchen too, dickhead.”

“So it is. Reserve your kitchen copulation for Y/N’s kitchen then. Jake, come roll this for us, you’re better at it.” When Josh turns to head into the living room, Jake takes your hands and pulls you down from the counter to press his lips to your forehead before following him. Alone, you take a few grounding breaths.

Get it together, sweetheart.

A laugh snorts from your nose when you subconsciously call yourself Jake’s nickname for you. By the time you make it to the living room juggling three bowls of popcorn, there’s already a soft haze in the air.

“Couldn’t even wait for me, cool cool.” Josh has already started a movie, which thankfully is not the space odyssey one but it is the orange clock one. Another masterpiece that he’s made you watch a hundred times. Normally the two of you would settle in on the couch, or Josh would sit on the floor and lean against it below you. Sometimes you’d get high and he would let you twist his curls around your fingers while he explained the cinematography or sound design, he’d hum under your touch and your heart would flutter. His affinity for physical touch had fooled you a little bit, sucked you in and put you under his spell that he’d cast unintentionally.

Occasionally, Jake would join to watch the movie but whether or not there was room on the couch, he would sit as far away from you as possible in the leather armchair. Watching Josh lead you on.

Tonight Josh has settled onto the floor and Jake is actually parked on the couch with a joint pinched between his thumb and middle finger. When you set the popcorn on the coffee table you look them over before glancing to the armchair.

Don’t be weird. Sit down.

Slipping past Jake’s knees, you take up residence in your usual spot on the couch behind Josh’s head.

“We’ve seen this one, Joshua. A bunch of times.”

Reaching an arm back to request the joint from his brother, he tells you, “I’m very aware of that darling, but Jake said you didn’t wanna watch 2001: A Space Odyssey.” You slap the back of your hand against Jake’s arm in reprimand as Josh takes a hit and holds it, speaking around the smoke in his lungs. “And it’s my turn to choose,” he blows the smoke up to the ceiling, “so I chose this. Enjoy!”

Knowing you’ll enjoy the company and the weed more than the movie, you take the joint when he passes it up to you and let your eyes land on Jake’s as you take a hit and hold your breath. He watches as you let the smoke crawl past your lips before blowing the last of it away and coughing.

He reaches for it as he laughs, “Sounds like you need some practice, sweetheart.” Your eyes roll without any true annoyance, and the three of you complete the rotation a couple more times before Jake licks his fingertips and extinguishes the burning end. He sets the remainder in a clay ashtray that looks like a child made it in art class.

The movie rolls on but you’re paying no attention to it, you’ve relaxed into the couch, reclined against the arm with your legs stretched out and feet resting in Jake’s lap. His hands, that started just placed over your ankle, have been moving over the denim covering your shin. Your body is already buzzing but his hands, alternating between rubbing over your legs to drawing circles there with his fingertips, have you feeling warm and drowsy. You’ve been examining his profile, noting all of the differences between his and his twin’s while he’s zoned out and staring down at his hands.

When Josh asks him to relight the joint and pass it to him, you’re broken out of your daze as Jake turns to grab it. After Josh takes a hit you reach your hand out for it, but instead of passing it to you he grabs your wrist and pulls you forward. You think he wants to say something to you, but as you roll to bring your face nearer his, he takes another drag into his lungs and releases your wrist to wrap his hand around the back of your neck.

Hazy and out of focus, this seems fine. When Josh pulls you in until your lips are almost touching, it feels okay. As his lips part and yours mimic them, he exhales the smoke directly into your waiting mouth. You breathe it in deep and his lips bump against yours as they close. You roll back to the arm of the couch before releasing it, and when the smoke clears… Jake is pushing your legs off of him and standing. This doesn’t feel right, this isn’t fine. Where is he going? Where are you going?

Your body won’t catch up to your brain, you haven’t called out to him or moved to follow as he walks out of the room and disappears.

“Josh…” It croaks out of your throat, dry and quiet and he hasn’t heard you. “Josh.”

“Yeah darling, what is it?” His eyes don’t leave the television.

“Why did you do that?” Why did I do that? “Where did he go?”

“Hm?” He’s not paying attention, has no clue that you’re distressed, no idea that Jake’s even left.

Willing your body to move, you push yourself up from the couch and go to find him. Your movements feel slow but your mind is racing. Somehow you make it up the stairs but when you get there you realize you have no idea which door is the one to his bedroom. You’re pretty sure you know which is Josh’s and which is a bathroom, but that leaves three other doors and you can’t hear anything other than the ringing in your ears.

Where are you? Jake!

“Jake?” It finally squeaks out of you into the silence of the hallway. Shuffling forward, you reach for the handle of the first door you come to but as soon as your fingers wrap around it, it swings open and pulls your body with it. You hit the solid wall of Jake’s chest but he doesn’t move to steady or hold you, just lets you bounce off of him as you stagger back and lift your eyes to his. What you find there is chilled disinterest.

“Jake…”

“Are you lost?” It's clipped and dripping with venom.

“No, no I-“

“Go back downstairs Y/N, I’m sure he’s wondering where you are.”

All you can do is close your eyes and shake your head, hoping to wake up on the couch. This is a bad, weed-induced, anxiety-fueled dream. Oh god, the dream. You can feel the word vomit coming, rising like bile in the back of your throat and it burns as it leaves your mouth.

“I fucked Josh.”

“What?!” Your body recoils when he raises his voice, and you know you haven’t said what you meant to.

“In a dream. I dreamt that I fucked Josh. And, and that’s why I didn’t sleep last night, and I’ve felt so sick over it all day, and I- he, I don’t know why I did that, downstairs, it didn’t mean anything Jake, he doesn’t mean anything-“

“Shut up.” Your mouth snaps closed instantly. “Look at me.” Your eyes open and struggle to focus on his face.

“You had sex with Josh. In a dream.”

You think you feel your head nod.

“And what? You feel guilty?”

“Yes… Jake I’m so sorry, I don’t want him, I swear. Only you-“

His sharp laughter cuts you off, and you stare open-mouthed as he lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. When he drops it, his eyes are warm again and he’s wearing a sympathetic smile.

“That’s dumb. You know that, right?”

Your response croaks from your throat, choked with emotion. “What?”

“Come here, come in here.” Pulling you across the threshold and into his room, he kicks the door closed behind him and leads you to sit on the edge of his bed. Eyes wide, you’re scanning them quickly over the space to take in as much as possible before he cups your jaw and pulls you to look at him again.

“I’m sorry, for getting mad.”

“No, don’t be, I don’t know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking, we’ve done that before but, I’m-“ Now that your mouth works again, you can’t seem to stop rushing through your words, but he’s calm and collected somehow and stops them with a simple press of his lips to yours.

“Stop, Y/N… You don’t have to apologize. Just please keep your mouth off my brother, ya know, moving forward.” When you finally giggle, he lets his smile stretch wider before pulling you into his lap and kissing over your forehead. Against the skin there, he whispers, “I know I shouldn’t be jealous of him, but I am still… sometimes. But you can’t help what you dream about.” He pulls away to look into your eyes, make sure you’re hearing him.

“I know… but you don’t have anything to be jealous of. And that dream… I don’t know, it felt so real, I woke up feeling like I cheated on you.” As soon as you say it, you realize how it sounds. Cheated on you? Like he’s my…

“Don’t overthink that, I can see you doing it.” Secretly, he’s reveling in this admission. You can’t cheat on someone if you’re not together, and the fact that you felt that way has to mean that you’re with him. Even if the words haven’t been said. “Let it go, sweetheart. Calm down for me. Do you wanna go back downstairs?”

“No, not yet. Can we just stay here for a little while?”

You’re already in his lap, so when he stands you’re being lifted into his arms and then laid gently against his pillows. As soon as your head hits them you roll and nuzzle your nose into the fabric, taking a deep breath. When he lays beside you, you roll into him and do the same thing at the base of his neck.

“You always smell so good. I wanna eat you.”

“Yeah? You got the munchies now?” He chuckles softly and you feel it rumble through his chest under your palm. His skin there is exposed, as it so often is, and his laughter turns into a sigh when your hand leaves the spot over his heart and runs down over his ribs. His breath hitches when it leaves his ribs and inches down his stomach. His own hand circles your wrist when your fingertips slip below the waist of his jeans. “Hey, we don’t have to have sex just because we’re in my bed. We can just lay here.”

“What if I want to?” His grip on your wrist is loose and allows your hand to slip lower until your fingers meet the soft hair at the base of his dick. Into the skin at the side of his neck you speak softly, “Please? I’m gonna miss you so much when you’re gone. I need you… please baby?”

It doesn’t take much more than that before he’s on top of you, using his teeth to pull fresh marks to the surface of your skin, helping you push his jeans down his hips. When your cunt is in his mouth, he savors it like he doesn’t know when he’ll be able to taste you again. When he’s moving inside you, it’s slow and sweet and overwhelming in the best way. After he cums, pressing kisses into your lips, your cheek, you hold him close and keep him inside you until you both are nearly asleep.

“Am I crushing you?” It’s mumbled into the pillow next to your ear.

“Mmm, no, I could sleep right now. Hungry though.”

“Me too, let’s go raid the fridge.”

You both throw on a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt and sneak down to the kitchen. There’s really no need to keep quiet though - Josh is passed out on the couch and snoring softly. While Jake fixes you something to eat, you pad to the living room to throw a blanket over your best friend. Normally, you probably would’ve placed a soft kiss to his forehead or into his hair but when you’re leaned over him, you realize you shouldn’t. And so you don’t.

The first time you sleep in Jake’s bed, it’s the best night's sleep you can remember in a very long time.

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[haven-of-dusk]

Apologies everyone, but I'm writing a Caswen thing and my head is thus spinning with headcanons, and I need to share/dump them somewhere so...

Physical touch is one of their biggest love languages. Ricky has always enjoyed it immensely, but realized very quickly that EJ was a little uncomfortable with it due to his history, so Ricky eased him back into it slowly, and now anytime they're able to they'll usually be draped around each other in some way (arms around the shoulder, heads in lap, cuddled on a couch, leaning while standing, waist holding, etc).

Related to the previous one, EJ adores Ricky's curls and can play with them for hours. And it works out well since Ricky LOVES when EJ does so. And no one else. Ricky was practically hissing like an irate cat when Seb once tried.

Once married, they go by Richard and Elton Bowen, though their official name is Caswell-Bowen, having dropped the Caswell part until Cash dies and EJ feels he can reclaim the name from his father's abusive legacy.

EJ eventually worked his way up to a couple masters degrees in English and Education (with minor focus in film studies) and became a professor at a highly acclaimed college. Ricky got to a masters in psychology (with a lot of help from his husband) and now works for a local practice, while also teaching piano lessons in his spare time.

For one Valentine's Day, they both forgot to get presents, and thus both showed up with guitars in hand to use a ballad as a substitute. It was a very adorable afternoon.

EJ is the only person allowed to call Ricky 'Dick Bowen'

Ricky is a habitual sweatshirt stealer. EJ occasionally retaliated by stealing Ricky's own sweatshirts. Ricky also has pretty much permanent ownership of EJ's letterman jacket.

EJ is the little spoon most often.

EJ introduced Ricky to knitting (with a little help from Gina), which Ricky quickly fell in love with and now they can occasionally be found having quiet moments near the waterfront where EJ reads and Ricky knits.

Big Red and Gina had a feud about who would give the toast at the wedding, before it was eventually decided that they couldn't agree and the task was given to Maddox instead.

They struggle with movie nights because one or both of them usually falls asleep.

EJ is the only other person in the friend group to know Big Red's real name, which Big Red only agreed to because Ricky practically begged.

Ricky is indecisive as to what his favourite part of EJ is, but it's somewhere between his eyes or his smile.

Ricky once got sick right before a group skiing trip and EJ decided to stay behind and tend to him for a full week. He even rigged up a call button like in hospitals. (To be clear, this was an above average case of the flu)

Ricky is a fantastic cook, EJ is a fantastic baker.

It's an ongoing debate/competition which one of them has the bigger/better heart eyes.

[thenationaltreasuregazette]

On watching National Treasure with a friend

My dear readers, it’s been too long!

Apologies for my tardiness, but the past few months have been incredibly hectic. My grandmother’s been sick, work has been extra chaotic, and my best friend was visiting from Türkiye.

We met in grad school, and two of our classmates were getting married (to each other) in April so she came from Istanbul for the wedding and stayed with me for a few weeks afterwards. It has been a whirlwind of lunches, day trips, and movies. I bring this to your attention now because on one of her first nights here, she requested to watch National Treasure.

I promise I didn’t foist it on her! She’s heard me talk about the blog so much that she wanted to see what the fuss was all about. She’d seen National Treasure once at some point in the past, but didn’t remember much about it. And I need very little provocation for a rewatch, so off we went.

My friend is incredibly expressive. She’s one of those people who wears her heart on her sleeve even when doing something as simple as watching a movie. One of my favorite things about hanging out with her is her reactions to things. She’ll always let you know if she’s happy or surprised or what have you. Me, my reactions tend to be a little more all or nothing. But I digress.

I loved watching National Treasure with her because she really engaged with it. You could tell by the amount she was laughing, reacting, and asking questions that she was really pulled into the story. Honestly, I had forgotten how funny the movie is. Like I know that it’s funny (both because of the excellent comic relief provided by Riley, and occasionally through moments of sheer camp) but I know the movie so well it’s been a long time since I’ve laughed out loud at the jokes. But my friend was laughing in all the right places. It was a delightful reminder of what it felt like to watch National Treasure for the first time, and to be charmed by its ridiculous adventure.

She also elicited a few disbelieving “no!”s, surprised “whaaat”s and other reactions that reminded me of how exciting the movie is. To me it feels like a familiar blanket at this point, but it was nice to be reminded of how much the movie turns. It never stays still for too long. The plot is always thickening in a really satisfying way.

I was also surprised by which pieces of American history she was familiar with. Like, she recognized the Watergate hotel on sight? No judgement here. I could probably not have pointed Türkiye out on a map before we became friends. It was just interesting to me which pieces of American pop-history had stuck with her.

I tried not to be too annoying during the watch. While I am at this point overflowing with fun tidbits of National Treasure knowledge, I tried to hold back from pausing to commentate unless I thought the fact in question would make the watch more fun.

This was also the first time I’d watched the movie all the way through with the subtitles on. I tend to thrown them on if I’m looking for a particular scene to take a screenshot of, but don’t want my audio on for whatever reason, but I had never watched the movie through like that. At this point, I know most of the dialogue by heart.

However, there are a few lines that took me a long time to make out, and the subtitles really drew my focus to these places. (Why didn’t I just turn the subtitles on a as a kid? Idk, it never occurred to me.) I was already wanted to do an article on misheard lines, and this watch pushed that closer to the top of my list.

After the movie, my friend wanted to watch Book of Secrets. We found some time for that a week or two later. Today will not be a day to yuck on anyone’s yums, so suffice it to say she enjoyed it, but not as much as the first one.

There isn’t really a conclusion here, except perhaps find a willing, uninitiated friend and watch your favorite movie with them. See what comes up for both of you.

Now that my friend is back home and my nana is moved into a new place, things will hopefully settle down for me a bit and I will get back to a somewhat regular positing schedule. No promises, but there’s still a lot I want to cover!

I hope things are well for you! Happy hunting.

Your Editor

[inawearyworld]

another wren thought:

(regarding little details of the movie, more shakespeare nerdery, and the possible effects of the possibly-foregone conclusion)

it’s been noticed that, on wonka’s candy-making suitcase thing, when he presses a button to add lightning to noodle’s chocolate, there are some other buttons with little indicator pictures, and one of them has a heart on it. i think i saw a post here that wondered whether that meant he could make aphrodisiac chocolates. which could be VERY INTERESTING

i think that, at some point during the heist, as wren trailed the cartel and occasionally let herself be seen for half a second to throw them off, she overheard their conversation, part of which involved fickelgruber ranting to the others of how “that sickly sweet child stole my florence. i wouldn’t be surprised if it was one of his magic chocolates that did it. to dispose of a business threat is one thing, but wonka deserves what’s coming to him.” and the others are just “certainly, felix”, unsure how to feel abt the bombshell dropped yesterday re: his background but still sticking by him bc they’re in too deep now (and because i’ll die on the hill that, despite their nastiness, the cartel actually does care about each other, in their way).

so wren’s obv thinking a lot at this point. a) worried sick abt what exactly is “coming to him” b) realizing that, if willy is a “child” in felix’s eyes, so is she c) about the magic chocolate thing…he wouldn’t. he wouldn’t. would he? either way, i’ve known long before he came to town that something needed to change.

so she kicks her spying into high gear, trying to stop whatever’s about to happen from happening, but winds up losing the cartel at some point. then she and lofty rescue the pair and the story goes on. she does bring up later what she heard, and willy is stunned by felix’s implication, in the same way he’s shocked by any immorality through a lot of the movie.

he says simply that, in his travels through greece, he did come across a little purple flower in a field of white ones. remembering how his mom’s voice danced across shakespeare’s curious poetry of fairy magic and love-in-idleness, he bottled a bit of the flower’s juice (along with that of its antidote), but never used it.

and he’s telling the truth, of course, so her worry is put to rest. they’d probably think of it as something funny; she’d swoon, overact, wax poetic as if she had been taken over, and he’d laugh, because he’d never want her to be anything but herself. and something inside her would warm to know she’d made him laugh, because she loves him. she loves him, because there is a meadow in his eyes and a sky in his voice, because he is compassionate and creative and honest.

it isn’t until he gets older and jaded that he takes on wilder’s Core Wonka Thing™️ of wanting the outside world to never be sure whether he’s lying or in earnest at any given point.

…and then the question is how long wren stayed when that did happen.

presumably, the cartel didn’t face enough consequences when they landed to be truly ruined, if the plot sticks and they were able to rebuild their businesses and send spies. the worrying thing is that there is canonically a massive gulf of twenty-five years between the end of the prequel and the start of what everyone knows. apparently paul king said once that a sequel to the prequel would be much darker.

and where does that leave wren? maybe willy, as he became paranoid as described at the start of catcf, started to mistrust her. maybe her heart broke as she watched the kind young man who’d helped to set her free become everything that he swore not to be. maybe as he became more of the morally grey willy wonka that the world’s always known, more isolated and fearful, he made another emerald-wrapped heart-shaped almond milk chocolate, but he did press that button for the first time. maybe she realized it before it was too late and left, not knowing-perhaps not caring-that the second he pressed the button he immediately regretted it. of course he’d go back to the initial suitcase, of course he’d want things to be as they were when he first defeated the cartel and he was young and hopeful and kind and the world was full of possibility, bc even in the prequel one of his main motivations is nostalgia. “i just wanted it to feel the way that it did when i was a kid.” the first chapter of charlie and the great glass elevator is called “mr wonka goes too far”, which is a solid summation of just about all of his post-prequel characterization.

catcf as a story demands that willy wonka begin it alone. and of course wren would refuse to be manipulated by yet another chocolatier, to be kept in yet another cage. she is the songbird and she must fly.

she will get out if she has to.

…but maybe, just maybe, she won’t have to. maybe, to bring it back to midsummer, “the story shall be changed”. maybe the foregone conclusion isn’t so foregone. maybe he’ll keep his integrity and things will be okay in this universe. maybe she won’t have to be in a constant state of leaving in order to preserve her freedom. i do hope so.

[bg-sparrow]

hello, 📁 for my boy 40s doc please >:3

Alright, you know half of these are going to be from Now I Am Become Death, but I’ll sprinkle in some others!

Doc tells his mother about his “new job in New Mexico” ��doing science for the war effort” but that’s about all he tells her. It’s just a courtesy thing that he’s moving. He trusts her to pass on the news to his father and doesn’t bother doing so himself. Doc takes the occasional phone call from his mother in Los Alamos; she’s probably his one consistent contact “on the outside” (if you count a monitored phone call every five or six months).

Doc is in the know fairly early on that they are making an atom bomb (which is a big deal, as only a few dozen people knew this in the whole Manhattan Project). He’s even housed in his own apartment in a building that he shares with two other people in the know, his neighbor being Kenneth Bainbridge (director of Trinity test). He takes regular polygraphs and has his quarters/ belongings searched regularly to ensure he’s keeping things under wraps.

Doc hates the heat of New Mexico but appreciates the lack of humidity compared to Northern California. It takes him a long time to get used to the dust, though. He is so sick of all the dust.

There is a unit of young soldiers/ MPs that Emmett somehow finds himself entwined with. They are sort of at odds at first — Donnie, the leader of the pack, is very pro-bomb while Emmett is very naive, thinking the bomb will just be used as a demonstration. They don’t seek out each other’s company or intentionally hang out, but their paths cross often enough to acknowledge one another as someone they know. Over time, the soldiers “adopt” him as “poindexter”. They barrel into his apartment to listen to Truman announce the end of the war and cheer for him when he plays his saxophone at the talent show. They’re probably his favorite friends by the time they part ways from The Hill.

Recreation-wise? Doc is a morning paper guy. He’ll stay up all hours of the night working on equations and ratios, but count on him to be at his breakfast table with a newspaper on the regular because the soldier’s gossip only tells him so much. When he does make himself go home at a decent hour, he puts on the radio while he gets ready for bed, usually listening to news or a baseball game. Maybe once he went to the movie theater on a quadruple date with the soldiers, but he and his date knew immediately there were no sparks there/ only agreed to it because of so-and-so.

A few months after joining the project, Doc comes down with the hard-hitting influenza sweeping the country in December 1943. He stubbornly tries to work through it, partially in competition with other colleagues putting in time at the office who are also sick. He spends two whole days in bed at its worst.

Doc slowly realizes this bomb may not be used as a scare tactic, and it hits him full-force at the Trinity test that Japan needs to surrender or else. When they don’t, he has an anxiety attack because he knows what’s coming. As the footage of Hiroshima and Nagasaki makes its way back to them and his government tries to give him a medal for his part in winning the war, it all comes crashing down on him.

He’s put on administrative leave and tranquilizers while he sees a psychiatrist. He can’t do/ refuses most of the available therapies — insulin shock, electric shock, no energy for physical exercise — but he tries an instrument after his therapist tells him how well soldiers recover in convalescent homes when exposed to music. He’s terrible at the saxophone, but he learns enough to do a duet with a fellow beginner musician for a talent show as a therapy goal.

But what really helps get Doc back on track is discarding the Medal of Merit he was awarded for his service on the project. He doesn’t want praise for what his work was used for. He goes offsite and chucks it into the Rio Grande one night, and things quickly start looking up from there.

In January 1946, General Groves offers Doc a job in Washington to research his ideas on time travel, but Doc refuses. He doesn’t want his science under the government’s thumb anymore; he’s seen what they do with it. He politely declines and insists life in the private sector would be best for his mental well-being.

And that’s most of it, I think! Thanks so much for the ask! I’d love to see more file emojis in my ask box, so go for it!

[everythingice]

BRYNN UTONIUM is based on BLOSSOM from the powerpuff girls. she is a 25 year old super human, tech project manager, and uses she/her pronouns. she has the power of flight, intuition, ice breath, and super strength & is written by ALEX.

Brynn is a perfectionist, endlessly striving to be better and better - even if some already see her as the best. It's not enough, it's never enough to just be great - there's always some imperfection to herself she notices and feels the constant need to smooth over, even if no one else notices it. 

Despite these insecurities clawing at her mind, she's egocentric and occasionally arrogant, believing herself inherently better than most people, a capable leader who people should listen to by virtue of her intelligence and experience. Despite being overly self critical, Brynn still knows she's smart, inventive, capable - and often attempts to compensate for her own insecurities by a show of overconfidence.

She longs for the life she once had, feeling like she constantly was working for something good and receiving validation from the entire city for her and her sisters' good deeds - and perhaps nothing she does here will ever be enough to satisfy her. Still, it doesn't stop her from constantly trying, working on project after project with little rest to distract herself from the constant feeling of restlessness and simply not being enough. 

HEADCANONS:

1. Caffeine addict. Barely sleeps, as she feels it's a waste of time and wants to be able to pass out with as little effort as possible - so she survives off a constant stream of coffee and some energy drinks that probably have messed up her heart a bit.

2. Sure, she may not have any legal jurisdiction in this world or even be known as a hero, but it doesn't stop her from participating in some vigilante justice from time to time. She has a mask she wears to conceal her identity... But more often than not, she just wanders around at night dressed silly only to find no crime happening at all. 

3. In her very limited free time usually obtained by putting off sleeping even further, Brynn secretly works on a novel about a trio of sisters fighting crime and being beloved by the whole world... It's definitely not just fanfiction about her former life she writes because she's severely homesick. Of course, it's heavily encrypted - it's her guilty pleasure alone!

4. Has an irrational fear of bugs and anything creepy crawly. Sure, she could use her ice breath to obliterate them or literally fly away herself - but something about them makes her shudder.

5. Her guilty pleasure is a good romcom and lots of sweets - when really needing a break, she'll take a "sick day" to stay on the couch and watch cheesy movies with a plethora of snacks, and try to not feel too guilty for wasting time.

6. Yes, she has important work to be doing (or so she tells herself), but she's also fairly vain - she'll never go out without making sure she looks composed and is sure to take good care of her skin, hair, and wardrobe. She's a big fan of shopping!

7. Prone to pettiness and getting into arguments about really dumb things that don't matter - she has this insatiable need to prove she's right, and will become annoyingly rigid in her specific beliefs at times. 

8. Petrified of being seen as a failure, embarrassment, etc - goes hand in hand with the constant need to prove herself. As a result, she'll often go to ridiculous lengths to seem competent... which might end up embarrassing her anyways.

[halfbakedegg]

My husband has this annoying friend. Don't get me wrong, he's a very nice person, but our personalities clash. For the sake of just venting my frustrations, we will call him Greg.

Greg has the energy of a golden retriever. He has this boundless energy and I think that's great... For him... He's been hounding us because he wants to come over to our place. In all fairness, we have a super tiny apartment and it gets me feeling claustrophobic when there are too many people here. He also wanted to bring his girlfriend over and I have only met her once. The one time I met her she seemed nice, but I still don't feel like I know her well enough to invite her to my place.

Maybe I just sound paranoid, but I really haven't had many people over since cutting off a good portion of my friends. I had these friends and let's just call them Amanda and Penny, and they would come over to my place and just start tearing me apart. No matter how much I worked during the day to keep things tidy because I knew they were coming by for a movie night or something, it was never good enough. It was always "too cluttered" or "your furniture doesn't match" honestly they would find anything to complain about. I came to understand that they would always find something about me to complain about, and I just ghosted them. Ever since I haven't really had anyone in my home. I've grown to enjoy it this way because I feel I have space to decompress and heal.

But back to Greg and his girlfriend. I do occasionally let Greg come by, but by the time my husband is off work, it would be super late at night. It sucks because my husband has his off days during the week and Greg's are on the weekend. As soon as my husband transfers locations for work, they will actually be closer to hang out more frequently which will be awesome for them. As for the girlfriend, a long with not wanting someone I still consider a bit of a stranger to come into my home, Greg has complained to me that they get in these loud arguments and she ends up screaming. I don't want to risk it and have them get into some argument at my home and then hearing complaints from the neighbors. Also, I just don't want to be around that kind of behavior.

Regardless I had today planned to chop away at my to do list I have been neglecting. I want to keep myself busy today so I can get rid of some of the extra clutter around here. One of my friends who lives in California may need to stay with us for a few days since her step mom has been so sick. It's only a matter of time before she passes away and I want her to be able to crash on my couch if needed, which adds the stress of decluttering back into my daily life....

I'm really trying my best. It's just a struggle to do everything at once.