#plss hes served enough

[monismochi]

Not to be dramatic. But I miss my bisexual king kim namjoon. And I want him back rn.

[nicohischierz]

teaches you to skate with dylan plss

20: teaches you to skate

“y/n, you’re dating a hockey player. you have to know how to skate!” tyler exclaimed.

your boyfriends younger brother was appalled when he learned of your lack of skating abilities. you just shrugged at the boy and continued serving his dinner.

ever since tyler made the switch to umich he had taken to coming over to your apartment for dinner. at first, you and dylan thought it was cute but then you had to set boundaries.

“dylan you have to break up with her,”

dylan gave his younger brother a look of confusion and walked over to you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “why am i breaking up with her?”

“because she can’t skate,” tyler answered as if it was obvious.

“well that makes tonight’s date even better?” dylan exclaimed.

now you and your boyfriend were at a local rink with some of your friends. tyler was bummed he couldn’t join but once you made enough food to last him the night he shut up.

“dylan i swear if i fall, i’m breaking up with you,” you threatened him as he let go of your arms. dylan chuckled at your threat.

he hovered around you as you skated slowly around the whole rink. “see you didn’t fall,” dylan cheered.

but he spoke too soon as a boy skated right into you, causing you to fall into dylan’s arms. you flared up at your boyfriend as held a big smile.

“hey this is like how we met!”

[navarice]

Finished the first two episodes of Percy Jackson and oh my gods SO MANY THOUGHTS that I simply must share it all. First thoughts foremost is that the cast did wonderfully! CHB and the chosen trio make the world of PJO come alive and it's just chef's kiss. I can't wait for the next episodes to see what they will bring. WARNING: Spoilers under cut.

They changed up some stuff from the get-go, but the initial monologue survived!! Percy is not Percy without "Look, I didn't want to be a Half-Blood."

MAMA JACKSON IS A SLAYYY. "How do you know those who are heroes are heroes and those who are monsters are monsters." YES TY THIS IS WHAT MY FEMINISM NEEDED!!!

The Fruit of the Loom underpants on Mr. Minotaur from the mythomagic cards is an absolute serve.

Grover!!! Mr. Brunner!!! Mrs. Dodds!!! Nancy Bobofit!!!!

Uncle Rick I see you right there hehe.

SMELLY GABE OMG. Love how he's still just a pathetic loser. I can see why they scaled back on the abuse from the books.

Olivia Rodrigo??? Sally Jackson is THAT girl fr. Disgustingly real of her. I can see why Posideon was down real bad. My Spartan Princess Queen Warrior Mother shined when she schooled Gabe (basic white trash).

MONTAUK UGH PAIN. Early visions of Charon were also a great addition. The pacing of the show is really standing out but I really appreciate how they hit the important points.

SALLY DISTRACTING THE MINOTAUR WITH THE JACKET OH WOW SO BADASS!!! She is just as brave as her son and I loved the shift in narrative between the two.

ANNABETH WHOOP THAT IS EXACTLY HOW I ENVISIONED HER SAYING THAT LINE

oh...wow... it's camp....it's THE camp...my childhood...my cabins....the amphitheater...my home...

Mr. D is so different haha and tbh all I see is Pimiento from B99

Love the intense lore drop there Luke, it definitely leaves enough room for plot, exposition, and character arc.

Whoever the guy next to Luke is, he is my spirit animal

CLARISSE IS SOOO COOL I'M ON HER SIDE FOR WHATEVER SHE WANTS TO DO

PERCY LOVES HIS MAMA SO MUCH I LOVE THEIR BOND AAAAHHH. I also love the early hints of disliking the gods and percy's sense of duty

Forgot to mention Grover and his dryad mama?? caretaker?? whatever the case he is so cutie and baby. AND SUCH A GOOD FRIEND/PROTECTOR

Annabeth is Annabething for SURE

CAPTURE THE FLAG

PERCY DICKING AROUND PLSS IT"S SO HIM

these kids are so good at doing their own stunts love a good sword fight

"I'm sorry" *pushes you in the water* (loved the satisfied look on Annabeth's face bc she sure as hell knew what she was doing, and her hunch was right!!!)

"I'm the son of Sally Jackson" YES YOU ARE BABY BOYY. Amazing callback to the story of Perseus and Danae, once again calling back to the bond between mother and son rather than the hero himself.

Percy's character is cemented early, this boy is motivated only by his family and friends, not the gods themselves, absolutely made the magic WORK.

Next episode prophecy???

Overall, this is the adaptation we've all been waiting for. I've never experienced happiness more. Season 2 release when?? HOO adaptation when??? Pls give the whole 9 yards and more

[luminous-letters]

Good morning night or evening, i would like to re request Silver x reader where they're talking and spending time all giddy and fluffy bc crushes and such, and mc blurts out "Yknow, my last name would suit your name very well" plss

hey hey anonn, i hope u enjoy 🥺

For the past hour, you and Silver have been engaging in scholarly topics. By scholarly topics, you meant explaining to him some new, 'hip', internet terms.

"On a different note, would you like to get some lunch with me?" you offered, rising from your seat.

"Sure," the sophomore replied.

The buzz and clamor of the cafeteria greeted the two of you. The ghosts were working overtime to accommodate the unending sea of hungry students, some shoving and pushing each other out of line.

"I heard the mushroom rissoto's back on the menu, I can get you one," Silver said, grabbing a pair of trays for both of you. "I'd love to try it, but maybe some other time. Kind of full of the mushrooms lately," you chuckled.

"Full of mushrooms?"

"I've become a taste tester for Octavinelle lately," you sighed, your mind flashing back to the assortment of mushrooms -hallucinogenic, if you may add- that Jade served you.

A small smile from him was enough to send you to Andromeda and back. Heart racing, palms sweating, uncontrollable jitters— this man's effect on you.

He's doing that thing again, damn it.

He was snoring quietly, his sharp features softened. He was handsome, otherworldly, magical kind of beauty. You remembered Vil's remark on Silver's nonexistent skincare routine.

Silver was wearing a small pin on his vest, you remembered buying it a few months back. It made you happy that he's still wearing it to this day.

It fits him, you thought.

"My surname fits you more..." you dreamily sighed.

"It...does?" you heard Silver say.

What the fuck.

"Language, kids," you heard Lilia behind you.

What the duck?

"Acceptable,"

Disregarding Lilia's heart attack-incuding entrance, you looked at Silver, who was staring at you wide-eyed and blushing.

"You...you weren't supposed to hear that..." you buried your head in your palms, feeling embarrassed.

"I can explain— well, you don't have a last name and I just thought...I....I mean—" you were at a loss. "I was thinking the same thing, the surname I mean." Silver scratched the back of his head, his lips slightly curling into a smile.

"Now, now, why not go on a date to see if things work out," Lilia suggested, "Mostly because all this pining is as bad as that one teledrama. Oh wait have I told you about that? I guess I haven't, well this girl was—"

"You've told us about that already, fath— Lilia."

"I have? Well a little retelling of it wouldn't hurt, no?"

[lordabovehelpme]

hello! congrats on 1k! 🥳

hope youre still taking requests, id love to ask for prompts

angst: #12 why are you awake or #10 do you even still love me combined with fluff: #15 "i missed you so much" for frank castle plss <33

looking forward for more of your work im so happy youre growing, it's well deserved bc u write beautifully and i love revisiting your works 💕

Warnings: f! reader, oral (f receiving), smut

He comes to you in the night. Bloody, wafting of gunpowder and sweat mixed into a hypnotic concoction that is purely him. His eyes swirl with danger and he moves with calculated, slightly deranged, yet practiced movements.  

You look up from your computer, eyes wide as you take him in. He slides across the room with no sound, a predator with a violent taste… a want. 

His large hands encompass your knees, his torso lodges between your thighs, his nose bumps into your chest. 

“Frank… are you alright?” 

His lips drag across the delicate skin of your neck, a few millimeters away from the blood pumping through your veins, he can feel your pulse against his tongue, just a harsh nip away from your demise. Just a bite and you’d be gone from this world. He breathes it in, heart squeezes, something deep and dark growing with delight. 

“Hmm why are you awake?” 

He dodges your question, asking one of his own, but you know not to push. You know what he needs. 

It rarely happens. Only on the nights where he danced with death and somehow won. When he becomes lost in a war, far away from earth and swept up in the fight. When his thoughts jumble together until he can only follow his training, relying on his primal instincts. 

His skin prickles with the lasting adrenaline, fingers still twitching, mind still craving a fight. His jaw aches with the need to sink his teeth into flesh, his fists clench with a yearn to twist into bone, his brain still programmed to kill… to serve. 

Your fingers lift the base of his chin, bringing his eyes to meet your own. The dark brown is intense, piercing, and clouded with epinephrine. You nod towards him, heart hammering and core pulsing. 

“It’s okay soldier, go ahead.” 

You give him permission, give him an order. 

He dives in, he obeys. 

Your sleep shorts and ripped from your hips, underwear in no better shape. He moves with a fierceness, an eager want to please. 

His mouth is on you, sloppy and frantic and overwhelming. His tongue moves through your wet lips, gaping maw dangerous and sucking. He’s aggressive with it but oh how it feels good. 

Your hands find the back of his strong head, fist in the cushion of the couch, tug at your covered breasts until he takes over. Powerful fingers that have brought death to so many slide under your shirt and grope at the flesh of your chest, pinch at your sensitive nipples. 

It shouldn't turn you on as much as it is. The fact that the man kneeling before you will never kneel for another. The knowledge locked behind those eyes of every way to kill, to murder, to bring pain, and yet he only brings you pleasure. The dark sticky blood still painting his chest and arms that you know is not his. 

His nose presses into the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of your lips, you can hear him breathing it in, filling his lungs with you and only you. It makes your hips buck, your breath hitch, a keen whine fall from your lips. 

A dark, low chuckle vibrates against your skin, causing another whimper from you. Calloused hands dig into the meat of your thighs, bringing them up to rest on his broad shoulders, commanding them to open wider for him. 

You gaze down at him with heavy eyelids and when his eyes bare into yours, you’re met with a warrior, a soldier, a killer. 

“You smell good sweetheart… taste fucking good.” 

It’s direct and vulgar and filthy. Your heart hammers in your chest. Pumps strong against your ribs, strong enough you’re afraid they’ll crack open. 

“Frank, please.” 

It’s breathy, soft, full of want. 

“Yeah? What do you need?” 

You have to search for words, mouth not wanting to work properly. 

“Don’t- don’t stop.” 

He doesn’t, he won’t, even if you asked, he's so far gone it’d take convincing to get him to stop. 

Your teeth pull your bottom lip taut, your eyes roll back, your skin burns as he shoves his face back into you. You can feel yourself clech, clamp down like a vice as he brings two fingers to curl into you, to spread your slick, to reach that spot that makes you quiver and burrow up into yourself. 

Your pleasure pulls back the layers within him, peels away the anger and violence until it reveals obedience and intimacy. It soothes him in some messed up way. Your body calling out and tethering him back down to earth. Sex is the only way he knows to deal with this. 

Before he didn’t have the ability, the gift of being able to bury himself in your wet heat. Instead he had to stitch himself, care for himself, let the fiercely burning adrenaline either fuzz out or wrap his hand around his weeping cock and tug a release out. 

But it never truly worked, only took his mind off his sins for a quick second, left him feeling defeated despite his victory. Left him to wonder what he’s really doing, why he’s the way he is, and he hated it. 

Now he can surround himself with you, can hear your forgiveness, can bring pleasure to balance out the pain he dealt earlier. 

He knows it’s not the answer, a therapist would scream down his neck, would declare him sadistic and insane. But they don’t know. Don’t know the things he’s seen, the things he’s done, the things he’s had to move on from, the things he still struggles with. 

But you do. 

Maybe that’s why he loves you. 

He spends the night kissing you, eating you out, shoving his dick inside you. It’s a lot. He lets you calm him, sedate the primal side of him, cup his cheek and tell him how loved he is. 

Until he can feel himself go passive, go easy and soft. You handle him, deal with both sides of him, and he’s forever grateful for it. He loves that you always know, always help him in the way that you know will work. 

He works through it until he’s finally captured the darker side of him, sealed it away for another time. This side of him just wants to hold you, to take you in his arms and never let go. 

With bumping noses and gentle subdued kisses he cleans you, cares for the oversensitive nerves. He murmurs at you, listening to your breathing, finally laying down and pulling you onto his chest, just happy to be in your presence. 

You have a smile on your resting face and it makes his heart bloom with warmth. He rubs into your hips, silently scolding himself because you’ll be so sore tomorrow. 

“I’m glad you’re home safe.” 

He hums, kissing the top of your head. 

“I missed you so much.” 

His eyes flicker down to your closed ones. 

“I always miss you.”

[pattysplaceofplaces]

*rises from death*

HELLOO YALL 🤩🤩 miss me?? Man honestly YALL are cool asf

how are you doing?? Like how’s life?? In general ??

Make a Carmen x fem reader plss im dying out here

- anonysnuts <<3

My Knight in Red

Carmen Sandiego x Fem Reader

[Author’s Note: PEANUT ANON!!!!!!!! I hope you’re doing well! I’m doing pretty good and I had so much fun making this for you enjoy!]

   �� Moving was one of the best decisions you had ever made in your life. Your neighbors ended up being a mother daughter duo that ran a home orphanage together. The daughter was your age and it was pretty easy to get along with her. She was gorgeous, charismatic, kind, and funny. Totally out of your league or so you thought because she asked you on a date. 

Dinner at some really fancy Italian place. It was small yet had a beautiful rose garden on the porch where you two resided. Getting to know Carmen was quite interesting. Apparently she used to be a part of a charity organization that allowed her to travel the world. The stories were vague in some areas yet you were 100% invested. 

When she asked you about your life you couldn’t help but feel so…plain compared to her. Yet she seemed just as interested as you were in her stories. Laughing along and asking for elaborations, despite your life being mediocre it fascinated her. You were the breath of fresh air Carmen needed and vice versa. 

“I had a great time with you Y/n, you’ll have to invite me over sometime I’m interested in the…Switch?” She was the perfect mix of sly yet goofy that you just couldn’t get over. “One of my good friends loves video games, he’ll talk your ear off about it if you give him the chance.” This had been the perfect evening, both of you walking home with the streetlights and stars serving as guidance. “If he has a switch we can play online with him, also you can come over anytime.” Hopefully she didn’t notice how tinted your cheeks were. 

“Thanks for taking me out, Carmen, I had a lot of fun and I hope we can hang out again soon.” Carmen took you by surprise when she grabbed your hand, fingers intertwining with yours. “You really think this would be a one time thing?” She chuckled and shook her head, answering her own question. “When I said I liked you I meant it.” All you could do was freeze up. This had to be a dream or maybe you were in some sort of fanfiction. How does something as magical as this happen!? What deity did you appease!? You weren’t going to let this opportunity slip through your fingers. 

Your stroll came to a steady halt and you looked her in the eyes. On the inside your whole body was shaking yet this felt like something you had to do. You loved Carmen and that wasn’t something you were going to deny. “I love you a lot and this might sound really corny but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Both of you stood underneath the streetlight, getting lost in each other’s eyes. Slowly you two moved closer until there was little space in between you both. 

“Your money! Now!” You flinched out of alarm at the yelling directed at you and your girlfriend. The figure wore a hoodie with a hat and sunglasses. They had some sort of weapon in their hands yet most of them was obscured by the darkness. 

You thought you were prepared for such a situation but you froze up. “I’m not trying to hurt anyone I just want your money.” They took a step closer. You fished for your wallet in your coat’s pocket but Carmen put a gentle yet firm grip on your wrist. “No.” She stated quite harshly. “This is not your lucky day.” 

They charged at Carmen and all you could do was watch in frozen shock. Was this a cruel joke? It had to be! 

Carmen moved like water grabbing their arm and twisting it as she moved to the side and kicked at the back of their knee in one swift motion. Nothing that would cause serious damage but enough to stabilize the threat. “Life is hard, I get that. But crime hurts everyone.” She released her grip and lightly shoved the perpetrator, causing them to flee. 

She looked at you with a smile and an awkward chuckle. “Looks like I got some explaining to do. Are you alright though?”

[lvnatiq]

Stars on your skin | Felix Escellun x Genderneutral Reader

a/n: PLSS I KNOW IT’S SHORT AND DISORGANIZED BUT I HAD TO WRITE IT IN LIKE AN HOUR ON MY PHONE BECAUSE OF WORK AND COLLEGE STUFF AND I ALSO DID A BRAIN WOMIT HERE SO I’M BASICALLY SERVING YOU CRUMBS OF MY ACTUAL WRITING SKILLS. Also I didn’t proofread please forgive me if I don’t make any sense. Let me know if you liked it or not, I appreciate feedback so much ! Nonetheless I love y’all 🖤

word count: 1,193

warnings: pure nsfw filth sprinkled with a dash of bottom!felix energy

taglist: (I literally tagged everyone in the previous post)

@wonderlander-i @mxrmaid-poet @frozen-daydream @starboiistryinghard @jvstlikemagic @satostan @aomiyeon @the-most-things-fan @nishtharya @aurora-morning @pralexa01 @beolh-reblog @felixescellun @obliviousxiv @another-confused-gay

"24."

His face, adorned with concern and the curiosity that was creeping up on his gaze was clearer than his intentions were. The more you responded back to his gaze with daring looks, the more he felt the warmth of your proximity radiating over his helpless figure.

Oh wait, no. Actually the warmth that he felt was the blush that was slowly but surely devouring his freckled cheeks.

Speaking of freckles, "Your freckles."

He placed his hand on his neck, exploring his own skin. Feeling the abrupt amount of texture that mainly consisted of goosebumps.

He blamed you for it. He blamed you for everything that was happening to him from the start.

If it wasn't for you, his body wouldn't have given these strange reactions. Maybe, his legs wouldn't buckle or his breathing wouldn't quicken. His heart wouldn't continuously knock against his chest, as if it was a bird struggling to get out of it's cage.

"My- my freckles ?"

"Yes, there are exactly 24 of them around your neck."

You slowly dragged your fingertips starting from the ends of his soft hair, gliding down to the evident curves of his collarbones.

"If you give me a minute or two, I can find out how much of them exist in total." Noticing the slight smirk forming on your lips, felix gulped.

Thinking that, somehow, it would help with the dryness forming in his throat. Nevertheless he tried to keep his calm. Regardless of the filthy scenes that invaded his thoughts, in response to your invite.

He tried, at least. It was a hard task, how he could possibly stop himself when you are pushing him not to ?

"It's so hot in here, I think we should open up the windows-“

Thanks to his luck, your fingertips that were previously exploring his collarbones, quickly slid down to the buttons of his cotton shirt.

“I can fix that." His eyes locked with yours as you swiftly undo a button. Revealing more of him.

"Mhm-“

"Is still hot ?" You murmured, enjoying the sense of power that him writhing beneath you gave. The mood was set and you were just getting started.

"Oh- It's even worse!" His helpless plea was accompanied by your playful chuckle. Your fingers carelessly danced across his chest as his heavy breathing followed.

Small steps led to bigger reactions. Whatever he could hide from his words, he showed through his body.

"It seems like you are enjoying this, are you not ?"

He was sure that he could withstand your sinful torture, he did. That was until your next words that simply hanged like sharp blade against his neck.

"You were dreaming of this weren't you ?"

He was.

What would be the reason behind of the chills that ran through his body, making the bed shake ? What would be the excuse of him repeating your name under his breath ? What else would explain why his eyelashes fluttered under the tension of his tightly shut eyelids and furrowed brows ?

In response you ghosted your hand over his aching spot, giving him false hope. That you preferred to call 'teasing'.

Felix's back arched, his shoulders tensed as his hands gripped on the soft sheets beneath him. Tiny droplets of sweat that ran down his jaw shined under the glimpse of moonlight, making him look divine.

All of this mess had him not asking for help from his angels but, more so, begging for mercy from his demons.

"Please-“

"Please, what ? Would you like me to open the windows ?"

He hated it. The way you shamelessly ruined every single moral he had, the way you affected him so deeply that you even continued to keep him collared in his dreams. Hell, he made himself think that he hated it knowing damn well that he was completely infatuated by it.

"Please touch me, d-do something. Anything !"

There he was, desperate than ever. His yearning for your touch surpassed his failing attempts of keeping his composure.

He didn’t care, the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that washed over him as you pressed your soft lips against his lower abdomen was his only point of focus.

“So impatient, what’s the hurry ?”

Evil, you were purely evil. All of this teasing only ruined him further.

“I’ll do anything ! ah-“

He felt the fabric slide down to his knees, allowing the breeze of the night give his thighs a kiss of anticipation.

“Anything ? That’s unexpectedly brave of you felix.”

You slid your hands underneath his undergarments, it would be a shameless overstatement to say that you were touching him.

“Alright then, I guess you could keep yourself busy by not letting out any of those sweet noises you make” you purred against his neck as you continued,

“You can do that, can you ?”

The subtle contact of your hand that ran across his length urged him to close his eyes shut as tight as he can. With hopes of preventing himself from letting that delicious groan roll out of his lips he digged his teeth into his bottom lip.

Satisfied with the strangled moans you were getting from him, you slowly hooked your leg to his side, capturing him underneath you.

You pressed your hips against his spot, applying enough pressure to make him gasp.

“What do you want me to do, felix ?”

“You-“ his response was almost immediate as if he was waiting for your question or rather your permission.

You moved your hips creating a great amount of friction, seeking to stimulate him.

Seeking to break him.

“I want you- No, no I need you !”

You slid your hands underneath his neck, running your fingers through his hair, now sleek with sweat. Pulling him towards you, urging his eyes to lock with your own. Urging him to breathe what you breathe, see what you see, feel what you feel.

“Manners, felix.”

You finally gave in. Getting rid of any obstacle that existed between you two, connecting your bodies, truly.

“You forgot to add ‘please’.”

His arched back allowed his head to roll back against the pillow. Exposing his captivating neck, that called out your name and more specifically begged for your attention.

“Kindness never killed nobody.”

You leaned in, reaching a new angle where you could easily pick up the speed and control your motions.

Felix hissed at the foreign sensation against his neck. The hot feeling of your wet tongue drawing sloppy patterns against his skin made him loose any form of self control he had.

His legs trembled underneath yours as he got closer to his sweet release.

“I’m- almost there,” he incoherently murmured.

Not planning on keeping up with your little game, you let him. Following him right after as you reached your own high.

Felix threw his arms around your waist as he pulled you down to his chest. Holding onto you as if he did not, he would drop dead.

“26.”

Startled by your sudden tone he turned towards you, holding his signature oblivious gaze.

“I was wrong.” You continued as you sealed your statement with a soft kiss right under his ear.

“There are exactly 26 stars scattered on your skin.”

[dudeandduchess]

"The saddest thing is that when I told him I loved him, he thought I was lying. He never believed someone could fall in love with him" for Sanemi plss, tysm I love your writing and I hope you had/have a great day 😊

Oooh, thank you, bby! Hope you like it! And I hope you had an amazing day/night as well. 💜✨

***

Sanemi x F!S/O: “The saddest thing is that when I told him I loved him, he thought I was lying. He never believed someone could fall in love with him” (SFW Scenario):

Warnings: Angst, So Many Feels, Mention of Family’s Death

(Y/n) had never cried so hard in her entire life. Not even when she’d found out that her entire family had been slain by demons had she been broken enough to succumb to her own feelings of grief.

Then again, she still had Sanemi back then. He had been her support; had given her the will to live— for him. Because she wanted to be the one to take care of him until they were old and grey.

She’d thought that it was already more than alright to tell her she loved him, as they’d been together for two years at that point— and had even grown up together. So, it stood to reason that she would finally have the courage to say it.

Only, things had made a turn for the worst when she’d tried to verbalize her feelings for him.

“The saddest thing...” (Y/n) took in a gasping breath through her tears. It hurt her lungs to be put under a lot of strain like that, yet she paid it no mind as more tears flowed down her face. “Is that when I told him I loved him, he thought I was lying.”

The young woman’s voice cracked, before she gritted her teeth and tried to swallow past the huge lump in her throat. Yet, it wouldn’t budge— so she made do with another heaving gasp or air to ease up on the pressure she felt on her chest.

“He never believed someone could fall in love with him,” She continued, bowing her head and curling her hands around the thick material of her kimono; one that Sanemi had gotten her during one of his missions.

Every part of her screamed at her to take it off; to go bare if she had to. But another, more masochistic part, wanted to keep it on— so that she could relive the wonderful memory of him having given it to her the moment he got home.

In front of (Y/n), Mitsuri and Shinobu could only look on with pitying gazes— as their friend and fellow Hashira proverbially broke down into a million tiny pieces.

“He told me,” (Y/n) muttered, right before gritting her teeth together to keep her sobs at bay. Inevitably, a sob slipped past her lips— sounding like a wail more than anything. “That I only thought that I loved him.”

The two other Hashira exchanged pained looks, before Mitsuri reached a hand out and gently placed it on top of (Y/n)’s head. And the action served to draw more sobs from the usually-enigmatic woman, which had her friends frowning even more.

Before either of them could say a word, however, Sanemi’s crow landed on the window behind (Y/n). Then, it hopped down and slowly made its way to her— as if the letter tied to its leg was laden with a heavy burden.

At the sight of the familiar crow, however, the young woman’s heart flared up with hope. Her tears still fell, and her sobs still wanted to escape her lips, but she had a much easier time controlling them.

So, with shaky hands, she untied the letter from around the crow’s leg and unfurled the piece of parchment that it had been sent to deliver.

Only, instead of the good news that she had been expecting, what she read made her drop the letter in her hands— before burying her face in them.

The most heart wrenching sobs and cries bubbled from her lips then, and no matter how hard her friends tried to console her, she couldn’t stop wailing and crying.

Because in one fell swoop, in a short scrawl of words, her entire life had been upended.

Since right there, in the letter, were the words:

���I can’t do this anymore. Let’s break up.��I’m sorry.’

[chilling-seavey]

FATHERS DAY CELEBRATION WITH DANIEL AND THE FAM PLSS 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Inspired by these pics 🥰

There was nothing Daniel was more proud of than being a father to his three sweet little girls, and each one of them had him around their finger. He always treated them like princesses, even when Florence desperately tried to have him be the rule setter parent once and a while, but he just couldn’t say no to the three sets of baby blue eyes staring back at him. Clementine and Penelope knew very well how to work their father to get their way but Father’s Day was the one day a year they were able to really show him how much they adored him. Which, spoiler; was a lot.

Florence also made a point to celebrate her husband on Father’s Day, being able to thank him for their perfect little family. She took her time with the girls to make a special homemade present for him each year as he always loved those best. The year after Lucy was born, Father’s Day landed only two weeks before her first birthday meaning she was a bit young to put together a craft but curious enough to want to help. So, when Daniel was away at work and the girls had the afternoons off from Kindergarten, Florence set newspapers over the living room floor with paper plates of washable paint and a new white t-shirt, the oldest two girls in matching little overalls and pigtails and Lucy sat in a plain onesie on her mother’s lap on the floor.

They spent the rest of the day with the girls pressing their painted handprints onto the shirt. Clementine was more than excited to paint her hand and smack them all over the shirt in pale orange, her signature colour. Penelope was more interested in the feeling of the paint brush on her palm and Florence kept having to snap her back to focus on the task as the almost-five-year-old kept zoning out with the brush stroking the sticky paint against her small palm. Clementine ended up almost spilling the plate of dark purple paint off over the back of the shirt, earning plenty messy and smudgy purple handprints to cover the back shoulder from both girls. Lucy was not interested in the paint on her hand in the slightest, screaming and squirming in discomfort as Florence gently painted her tiny palm a light teal. Lucy only managed four tiny teal handprints before she fell into a full meltdown, the young mother rushing to wash off the paint from the youngest’s hand before she screamed the apartment down.

They managed to clean everything up before Daniel got home, the shirt hung to dry in the back of Lucy’s closet until Sunday morning.

Florence snuck carefully out of bed early Sunday morning as to not wake Daniel, and she tucked the blankets back around him before tiptoeing out of the room and closing the door behind her. The girls were already awake, the oldest two in their shared bedroom playing quietly as they usually were on weekend mornings, and Lucy was standing up patiently in her crib when her mother and sisters came in to get her, squealing at the sight of them and held up little grabby hands to be picked up. Florence took the baby in one arm and the shirt in her other and led the girls down to the living room. She set Lucy on the floor with her sisters and gave them tissue paper and a gift bag for them to wrap the present themselves as she worked on breakfast.

With the tray of breakfast ready with a plate of fresh fruit and waffles and bacon and a tall glass of orange juice and two cards tucked up against it, Florence herded the girls down the hallway. Penelope carried the gift bag and Clementine took her youngest sister’s hand and they walked into the master bedroom.

“Wakey wakey, Daddy!” Clementine shouted excitedly, dropping Lucy’s hand and smacked the light switch to turn on the bedroom lights.

Daniel shifted tiredly in bed, blinking slowly to try and adjust his eyes to the blinding light that was just shoved in his face and looked over to his little family in the doorway. He smiled sleepily at them and Clementine and Penelope climbed up on the bed eagerly and Penelope shoved the present at him as he sat up.

“Happy Day, Daddy!” Penelope grinned.

“Thank you, my sweet little ladies.” Daniel smiled, his voice still rough from sleep and he pressed a kiss to each of their heads. Florence set the tray on her empty side of the bed and scooped up a fussing Lucy to join her sisters on the bed and Daniel eyed the breakfast, “Oh my goodness, you guys have outdone yourselves.”

“Open your present!” Clementine demanded, sitting up on her knees beside him.

“Why don’t I open the cards first, hm? That’s what we usually do.” Daniel chuckled as Lucy crawled over his legs and tried to reach for him between her sisters. He scooped up the baby with a gentle grunt and set her on his lap, pausing to kiss her head and give her tummy a little pat before taking the cards from Florence. He thanked her softly with a smile and opened the one from the girls first. He read the little cartoon card out loud, signed with love from each of the girls with their own messy handwriting, plentiful x’s and o’s scribbled in most of the free space of the card thanks to Clementine.

Penelope didn’t waste a second from when he finished reading the card to shove the gift bag in his arms, nearly smacking her baby sister in the face in the process.

“Oh gosh, what did you get me?” Daniel laughed at their obvious excitement and took the tissue paper out with help from the baby on his lap, Lucy trying to reach her tiny hand in the crinkly bag herself.

When Daniel pulled out the shirt and unfolded it, his face fell, but not with sadness, as he stared at it with tears in his eyes.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” Clementine asked.

“I love it.” Daniel whispered, a little pout on his lips as he dropped the shirt and held out his arms for a hug. Penelope and Clementine climbed on his lap and he gave them a good squeeze before they sat back a little and talked over each other to share their many stories about painting the shirt together.

Lucy grabbed hold of the shirt and pulled it towards her, “Mine!”

“You made that for me, princess!” Daniel pet her blonde hair back from her face.

“Daddy! Daddy! The brush on my hand tickled and the paint got crispy and…and-” Penelope could hardly catch her breath she was so excited and Florence rubbed her back gently to calm her down and pressed a kiss to her head.

“I’m the orange, see?” Clementine held her hand up to one of her handprints to prove it to him as if he wasn’t going to believe her.

Daniel could hardly keep up between his two oldest girls talking over each other, both getting louder to out talk the other, and the youngest shrieking away on his lap, trying to put herself in the shirt. He could only beam at his family, desperately swallowing back his tears with the love the felt like was going to overflow right out of his chest.

They all shared the single serving of breakfast together as Lucy was adamant on eating the bacon, before getting dressed and heading out for brunch together. Daniel wore his new shirt with pride on their walk down the street and into the restaurant, Penelope on his hip and her head leaning on his, her hand holding the white material right above the carefully printed words,

Hands down, you’re the best

Daniel wore it everywhere for almost the rest of the week.

[haruslut]

PLSS yes except I don’t think he’d ask you to do anything. He’ll just tell you to be ready for a yank on your leash when it’s time for you to serve him. You’d better not have zoned out or fallen asleep because you will be punished if your mouth isn’t on his cock fast enough

oh my god… yes he’d definitely just yank the leash, pulling on your neck and making you choke, i feel like he’d also make you wait naked beside his throne… just a bit of humiliation though he loved to look at you all day sitting so pretty for him. and yes nfndj when he yanks, he just expects you to know what he’s in need of and if you get it wrong… a hard spanking for you <3

[normal-thoughts-official]

the love of my life ❤️ today is my birthday plss could plls serve me some angst with a dash of smut (its ur choice if it's more or less) cause I have lost all my hopes in AO3

aaaaaaaaaaaaaa happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 tbh i havent been feeling very inspired for smut lately but i do love me some angsty smut and i had been thinking about that Hades/Persephone inspired au i mentioned some time ago?

so THAT. i think about their goodbye sex when Alec is about to leave Edom, just the both of them so desperate and hopeless and sad. Magnus is crushed but he doesn't want to show because he doesn't want Alec to feel guilty or bad about it because it's not his fault, and Magnus doesn't want to hold him back, to make Alec feel obligated to him :)) and Alec is also crushed but he holds it back, too, because Magnus has it worse, and Alec is supposed to take care of him, and he can't be overcome by his feelings now. Once he's back home and alone, they'll both break down, crying and screaming, but right now they're trying to be strong for each other and enjoy the time they have left, and each other

and Magnus leaves red marks on Alec's back from holding unto him so hard and desperately, like if he clutches to him hard enough maybe he won't go and the thought makes him sick, too, makes him want to cry because how can he want to condemn Alec to this hell too?

and Alec is so gentle, he always is, even in their most dommy scenes there's always so much softness at the edges, on the way he holds Magnus, kisses him, looks at him. and when it's goodbye sex it's all turned up to eleven, even as he's franctic, he touches Magnus like he wants to commit him to memory (and he does, because every time he gets back, he realizes Magnus is even more beautiful and perfect than he was in Alec's memories), holds him close, chest covering Magnus' back like a blanket, like a shield, his arms around his torso, hands touching and grabbing his tits, running around his body, kisses on his neck and shoulders and shoulderblades and whispers of promises that he'll be back soon, that he'll get Magnus out of here, he won't give up on him, he promises, he promises. and Magnus is just moaning, doesn't say a thing other than his choked out i love you toos when Alec says i love you, because he can't talk or else he'll cry, and he can't cry

and Alec holds him and fucks him slow and deep, trying to keep him as close as possible and convey all his love to Magnus in the way he touches him, feverishly reverent and loving, making him come and fall apart slow and hard so many times, like he wants to make up for all the time he won't be able to. rubs his clit slowly, runs his hands over Magnus' thighs and whole body, so loving, so warm, so good. he leaves hickeys and bruises all over Magnus' body so Magnus remembers he was really there, and Magnus later magicks them so they fade away slower

and then eventually he's gone and Magnus is left alone in his dark sheets and the terribly dry edom weather (how had he not noticed it was this dry before?) and he finally, finally cries, feeling alone and abandoned even if that makes no sense, wishing for all in the world that things could have been different, and wondering how long it'll take for Alec to grow tired of this and stop coming

and then there's the reunion sex too, which is happier but still angsty, because Magnus can't really believe he's there, every time, and like I don't want this arrangement to last too long because Magnus deserves his happiness okay, but like, at least 3 years dudhdudh. and he needs Alec close too, needs to make sure he's real and hasn't left him. and Alec needs him close too, because he couldn't relax when they were apart, he needed to know Magnus was at least relatively safe. and so Magnus jumps on him and books his legs on Alec's waist and kisses him deeply, and this time he does cry, because he's so relieved. And Alec kisses his tears away and covers him in kisses and love bites, tells him I'm here, Magnus, I'm finally here, I will always come back for you, I promise. And it's intense and desperate and fast and so very good

and then there's the welcome back sex when he does get Magnus out of Edom of course, which is just tearful and joyful and Magnus is laughing and crying and holding to him, thank you, Alexander, thank you, thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you. and his sheets are golden and there's sunlight hitting his face, Alec looks rested for the first time in how long, and he's smiling, covering him in kisses, giggling happily and being silly and Magnus had forgotten how good and lighthearted sex with Alec used to be, and he cries harder, because he's home

and that's all I've got cuz i need to go help my parents and my internet is lagghing and Tumblr keeps deleting my sentences while i write them but anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY i hope you like this

[kpopshitposter]

Can you do prompt 59 with Minho from stray kids plss 💕

“This place is creepy.”

Writing Prompt Meme

Anyone could’ve guessed that... a haunted house on Halloween? Your idea. Minho has tried literally everything to make you change your mind, or at least to count him out. Take someone else. Don’t go. The options are there! Alas, you wanted to go with him… ‘cause you knew it would be hilarious.

He’s already squeezing you by the time you’re queueing to get in. You’re smiling to yourself, looking around and taking in the excitement of this new experience. You’re so engrossed in the cool-looking decorations and the clever zombie make-up on one of the staff members that you almost don’t notice he’s singing a song to himself in an attempt to teleport elsewhere.

You laugh a little at him and wiggle your arm.

“We won’t go upstairs.” you promise. While you thought that would be soothing news for him to hear, he stares at you like you said you thought he only had one cat. 

There’s an upstairs? He says through gritted teeth. Slowly, his focus goes upwards. He finally takes in the renovated castle with a high tower. He looks like he’s about to puke. 

Minho’s ready to get the hell out of there when you grab his hand and hold him tightly. You’ll protect him! 

Soon you’re at the front of the line and bouncing with joy. This is going to be so much fun, and you’re sure that Minho will come out laughing! He’ll enjoy it and then he’ll be braver! It’s a fool-proof plan. Yaaay!

The doors slowly close behind you with an eerie… slow… drawling… only to slam and leave you in darkness. Minho makes a loud noise beside you.

A light flickers on in the corner and your guide gestures for your group of twenty to come closer. He starts with a low, booming voice, a speech which sends shivers even down your spine. The line between reality and fantasy was starting to blur. You’re not sure how much you believe what you’re being told about the history of this castle, but it doesn’t sound too far fetched… you cling to Minho as much as he’s clinging to you.

The first part of the tour sets the scene. You’ve done your research to know that there’s a guided part and free-to-explore part, and that the guided part was all downstairs. Jump scares were one thing, but you didn’t want to seriously freak him out by taking him somewhere up high. That wasn’t fair on him.

Some of the guided bits are funny, but Minho only laughs with a sound laced with pain - a strangled trauma. In his eyes you can see that he’s plotting your death. That’s okay. You kiss his hand (the one which is white-knuckling yours) to give him some courage.

Your group is taken down a long, narrow, winding corridor. The dim lights were just enough to reveal the mirrors coating the walls either side of you (you pull a funny face in your reflection to try and ease the tension but it doesn’t really work). Minho hasn’t let go of you. The sound of creaking doors come out of nowhere. The sound of maniacal laughter. Screaming. Footsteps. Gusts of wind enter this enclosed space. 

You hate to admit it, but your heart starts to beat a little faster.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Lights flicker off entirely and Minho gasps - but this time so do you. You step back against him, allowing the warmth of his body to soothe you as he wraps his arms around you. Nobody breathes.

The shuffling. Murmuring.

There’s a shift in the air around you.

By the time the lights come back on, it’s just the two of you.

Minho says your name with urgency and annoyance.

It’s just part of the tour, you’re sure about it.

But what if something went wrong? You don’t remember reading about this part… No, it must be planned. 

... Although...

You tiptoe further into the castle. The floorboards are whimpering under your weight. There’s a dripping faucet somewhere, but no tap. You step out of the corridor and you’re in a dusty room.

There’s a rocking chair which won’t stay still, curtains covered with stains. There’s an old record player in the corner of the room which is stuck on a loop, scratching, restarting, the jerky actions are in time with your speeding heart.

“This place is creepy.” Minho says, “Minho wants to leave.”

You smile at him, “There’s fun places to take pictures. Let’s do that first and then we can go!”

Take pictures?! Did you just offer to shave his head? He’s looking at you like you’re nuts. 

“Come on!” You take his hand as if it’s just for his benefit, but you know that you’re feeling tense too.

You’ve seen pictures people have taken where it looks like their head is being served on a platter, and with one person strapped to a torture table. Hopefully the novelty of that will loosen Minho up a bit.

The smell of Halloween was stronger the deeper into the castle you went; the plastic and rubber, the fake blood. The whole place reeked of - you’re tugged out of your thoughts by Minho jumping and yanking you to the side. Something touched his leg! Something touched his leg! He starts making incoherent sounds, playing with noises to drown out everything around him. You take him by his elbow and push him in front of you.

Hands which can’t reach you and jump scares triggered by motion pop out at you both as you make your way through the castle by following the glow in the dark signs. By the time you actually find a good place to get your picture taken, the light in the room reveals that Minho’s hair is an absolute mess, and somehow his clothing isn’t on him properly anymore. You smile as you fix his collar to reveal less of his chest.

He confirms for the 10th time that after taking the picture you get to leave.

You tell him to get up on the torture table, you’ll pretend to have him hostage. It will be fun, you swear! He reluctantly does as told and flinches when you hold up a fake hammer (which, to be fair, looks pretty real) as if you’re actually going to hurt him. You laugh and raise it above your head for the picture, but as soon as it’s taken you drop it and unstrap him. He’s so very ready to leave.

Minho jumps up and takes your hand, he’s so quick that you barely get the picture from the photographer on the way out. He stops in the hall, looking this way and that. You let him lead you to wherever he wants.

There’s clear frustration in the way his feet strike the ground. He’s starting to get annoyed with this… it’s making you feel guilty for bringing him here. Especially when you somehow end up back in the corridor of mirrors.

“I’m sorry. I thought it would be fun… let’s ju-” the scream that time comes from you. You turn your head as fast as you can without breaking your neck. What you spotted behind you in the mirror was now standing on the other side of glass. Swaying. Hair wet and clinging to tattered clothing. Minho’s reaction isn’t far behind yours. 

He’s running and pulling you with him.

You’re not focusing on where you’re going, just on keeping up with him.

He’s finally spotted the EXIT sign which sent him in a loop. He slows to catch his breath, asking you through desperate pants if you’re okay. You cling to his with both hands. That should be answer enough.

When freedom comes into view he starts to run again. He lands on the floor by the receptionist’s desk, back to the solid surface. His knees are against his chest and his face is in his hands. 

The receptionist smiles at you while you fan yourself, sweaty from the run.

“I recognise you two. Do you want to have a look at your pictures?”

You smile back and lean against the desk, nudging Minho’s thigh with your foot. “Yeah.”

She turns the screen and the sight… wow. You burst out laughing. His face is contorted. Your eyes are wide. You’re clinging to one another. Your expressions! You’re almost in tears from how hilarious it is!

“I want all of them! That one has to be a fridge magnet!” 

“Sure! Just a second.” she starts to print everything out for you and bags it up while you offer Minho your hand to help him to his feet. He still looks quite unwell and his hair is a serious mess. Aw. It’s cute. “So, will we see you next year?”

“Oh yeah!” you laugh. “See you next year!”

[neicywrts]

Aye yo you what it is. The fill in meme plss

ship: Ryan x Tariq

@iraclemayrps

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:

It varies, but most of the time it’s Ryan. As a first year doctor she’s usually up and running by six am. 

Who’s the one to make breakfast:

 Ryan. If Tariq doesn’t wake up while she’s going through her morning routine she’ll cook breakfast and leave his plate in the microwave (with turkey bacon ofc).

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:

Tariq. The only time either of them have time to do the whole breakfast in bed thing is on the weekend, and Ryan is asleep like a rock. She would sleep the day away if he’d let her. Instead he wakes her up with a plate of her breakfast favs (pancakes), and although she’s grumbling about being woken up she clears her plate. 

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:

Tariq. Ryan tries to tip toe around their bedroom to not wake him, but sometimes it’s inevitable. She quietly sits on the edge of the bed, fresh out the shower, to put lotion on when she feels a tug on the back of her towel. It doesn’t come all the way off, but its enough to expose her. Then she feels his lips on the back of her neck, and his hands pulling away the rest of the towel. Fortunately for him, that’s all it takes for Ryan to get wet with a heated blush spreading over her skin. Damn, she’s gonna be late. But there was no way she could resist him, with his messy dark hair and his voice still deep with sleep. She looks over her shoulder at him, smiling. “You get five minutes, make it quick.”

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:

“Lay around”, used lightly. They don’t do much sleeping when they decide to take a day for themselves. Tariq is the one to bring stay home up. When the quickie turns into rounds two and three (which isn’t surprising to anyone), and they’re wrapped around each other in bed, Tariq suggest they both just stay home from work. She’s already late anyway. Ryan, worn out and in post-orgasmic bliss isn’t too hard to convince. Sometimes they miss each other. She’s coming in the house when he’s leaving, and she’s leaving when he’s just getting home. They’re schedules can get crazy, with her being a doctor and him being a late night radio host. She was more than happy to miss this one day of work, and “lay around” with her husband. 

Who chooses the movies:

Ryan. Tariq couldn’t care less about what she puts on, they never end up watching the whole thing anyway. He makes sure of that. 

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:

Truly, it rotates, but most of the time its Tariq. Her husband likes to communicate with his hands. If they’re close to each other, he has to be touching some part of her. Not that Ryan is complaining. She likes it when they’re both doing their own thing. her head in a book and him on his phone, and his fingers find some exposed skin to trace. They’re sitting on the couch, and Ryan put on some weird psychological thriller, her favorite genre. Her back is against the arm of the couch, and she’s got her feet in his lap. His hand is lightly massaging her soles and ankles, but his eyes are on the TV, almost as if he’s doing it absentmindedly. It wasn’t absentmindedly at all. She should’ve learned that most of the time, her husband has an agenda, which he revealed when his hands started to travel higher up her leg, then one of them was past her knees and on her thigh. She looked over at him with narrowed eyes. He was still looking at the tv, but a smile played on his lips. “Stop that,” she scolded, but parted her thighs a little more. A couple minutes later one of his hands was up her night dress, tracing the fabric of her panties, and it was harder to focus on the movie. They both looked away from the movie and at each other at the same time.Next thing she knew, she was underneath him, her body lit aflame and her panties pushed to the side. The movie was forgotten, Ryan’s cries drowning the murmur of the tv. 

Who orders lunch:

Ryan is usually the voice of reason, and when they’ve been at it for three hours straight, she decides its definitely time to replenish. They both like a little mom and pop shop down the street from their apartment that sells Ethiopian food, so Ryan untangles herself from her husband and calls in their usual order. 

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:

They both do but Ryan does it the most. When the food gets there, they sit on the couch in front of the tv and put on something they both actually wanna watch. It usually ends up being their trash tv fav; real house wives of atlanta. Ryan ordered the Doro Wot like always, and its good and saitfying until she looks over at Tariq’s Shiro. Her spoon is in his food before he knows it. When he looks over at her, she smiles coyly, “the food always taste better when it’s yours.”

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:

Tariq. He’s tired by the time Sheree says something that she wasn’t suppose to say, and so Kenya and Porscha are going at it while they’re at brunch. It truly was trash tv, but Ryan loved it. They’re both laid out on the couch, her back to his front and tucked against him. She can tell he’s asleep when his breathing evens out...and when he stops asking her questions about to women on tv finally. Ryan wiggles closer, and in his sleep, his arm bands around her. 

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:

Tariq takes pride in being able to distract his wife, as long as she doesn’t pull the ‘no-touching’ rule. Ryan is laid across their bed, her hair in a bun, glasses on, and her laptop in front of her, researching away. “I thought today was out day off?” He asks his wife when he walks into their room. Ryan smiles the way she always does when she sees him “Yes, it is, just gimmie ten more minutes,” she tries to bargain, but Tariq is already shaking his head. He climbs on top of her and shuts her laptop. It doesn’t take long for Ryan to forget all about whatever she was working on. 

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:

Ryan. After they’ve worn each other out for the third time that day, she turns over to her husband and props herself up on his chest. “You know what would be sooo good right now?” Tariq makes a noise, although he’s already got a clue to what his wife was gonna say. “Ben and jerrys. Chunky money and americone dream on a waffle cone...aaand the one on broadway is still open.” Tariq sighs, “get dressed, woman.”

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: 

Tariq. He’s always snapping pictures of her, even when she’s telling him to stop because she looks a mess. He looks at her like she’s crazy, “Noori, you always look good as fuck What’re you talkin about?” She rolls her eyes at him, but a blush rises on her cheeks, and she holds her actions a little longer so he can snap a picture. 

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:

They sat down at one of the iron wrought tables in front of ben and jerrys to eat their ice cream, and Ryan is so wrapped up  in licking her ice cream down that it takes a moment for her to notice Tariq smirking at her. She stops, “why you lookin at me like that?” He shakes his head, “got deja vu, you look like how you did this morning.” She looks at him in confusion before she realizes she has ice cream dripping down her chin. Ryan burst out laughing, loud and with her head thrown back before she grabbed a napkin to clean her chin off. “You’re nasty.” Tariq chuckles, “nah, what you did this morning was nasty.” 

Who cooks dinner:

Its a team effort. A couple hours after they got home, Ryan walks into the kitchen, opens the fridge and the freezer, looks for a few seconds, closes it and walks away. Her tell tale sign. She does it two more times before Tariq finally joins her in the kitchen, knowing if he didn’t she would just keep doing it. 

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:

Another team effort. Growing up in black/brown households won’t allow them to let someone clean up after them. They rotate who washes and who dries the dishes while Tariq’s playlist is playing. 

Who stays up until 2 reading:

Ryan. After Tariq finally falls asleep, she opens her laptop to get a little research done. Her humble but overachieving mind won’t let her go through a whole day without doing any work. 

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:

It depends on who falls asleep first, because they both it. When Ryan finally puts her laptop away, her husband is out cold, lightly snoring and turned towards her. He always has to be touching her, even in his sleep. His hand is on her leg. Ryan’s heart does that fluttery thing it always does when she thinks about him. It was hard to believe that a few years ago she was engaged to the wrong man, and still under her parents thumb despite being hundreds of miles away from them. Now, she was with a man who supported her. Believed in her more than she believed in herself. Made her laugh more than anyone else. Accepted her. Loved her and loved on her. All because she swiped right on tinder. 

Who kisses their partner while they sleep:

Again, it depends on who falls asleep first. But when its Ryan, she puts her fingers in his hair and kissed his forehead, cheek, nose, and softly plants one on his lips. By then, he’s usually a little awake to kiss her back.

[wishingforatypewriter]

26,27,28,31,34,36,37 for Akane, Raiden, Erik and Sumire plss

Akane

26. What is something they’re legitimately bad it?

Akane has never been good at math and science, which is rough when both of your parents are actual scientists. She can get by well enough in her gen ed courses, but when it gets to the advanced stuff (calculus, physics, organic chemistry, etc.) she’s a little hopeless.

27. Do they have any cool scar stories?

At some point she will have an appendectomy scar and a story of how she prioritized her pop-up restaurant for the Moon Banquet Festival over her health.

28. When left to their own devices, how would they spend a free day?

She’d spend a day sketching, painting, and trying new delicacies.

31. Do they have a comfort food?

Any type of curry. And she has tried almost every type via her dad, Auntie Jun, and Raiden (who tried to master the art of curry to impress her when they were kids). 

34. How do they generally wear their hair?

Akane’s hair is usually in a high ponytail or a French braid, especially when she has to cook. But it’s not uncommon for her to let it down as well.

36. Are there any holidays or celebrations they dislike?

Nah. She’s fine with all things festive.

37. Are there any holidays or celebrations that they go all in for?

Akane loves New Year’s Eve. The aesthetics of it can be really classy and she appreciates that. If someone isn’t throwing a party to ring in the new year, she’ll throw one herself.

Raiden

26. What is something they’re legitimately bad it?

Texting back lol

Actually, he tried learning to play the guitar for a while and it did not stick. The musician’s life is definitely not for him.

27. Do they have any cool scar stories?

He still has the one from getting bitten by a dog  when he was tiny.

28. When left to their own devices, how would they spend a free day?

He’d take a mini-vacation and try a few new restaurants. 

31. Do they have a comfort food?

Omelettes, or any egg-based dish, really. 

34. How do they generally wear their hair?

He doesn’t put much thought into it. Sometimes it gets longish and it becomes kind of wispy. 

36. Are there any holidays or celebrations they dislike?

Nah. He has a healthy appreciation for all the festivities. 

37. Are there any holidays or celebrations that they go all in for?

Christmas, definitely! His parents always threw big holiday parties so he grew up being pretty into it. 

Erik

26. What is something they’re legitimately bad it?

Saying no! There’s an ever expanding list of women in his life who can get whatever they want from him (Alice, Leonora, Sofia, Auntie Hisako, Akane, Sumire, Tora, Nana, etc.). It reaches a point where he’s basically jumping through hoops for them. 

27. Do they have any cool scar stories?

He got one on his hand when he was eight or nine. He dove into a river that runs near Totsuki’s campus to get a certain childhood crush’s necklace that fell in, and the rocks scratched him pretty bad when he was retrieving it. 

28. When left to their own devices, how would they spend a free day?

Probably working on his inventions and kicking around a football. 

31. Do they have a comfort food?

Bouillabaisse, especially the way Akane makes it (she doesn’t make it a lot, though, because it takes like three hours) and karaage. 

34. How do they generally wear their hair?

Out, or in a lil man bun when he lets it get long enough. 

36. Are there any holidays or celebrations they dislike?

White day! Sooooo many obligation gifts for so many random admirers. It’s exhausting. 

37. Are there any holidays or celebrations that they go all in for?

Halloween is actually his shit!

Sumire

26. What is something they’re legitimately bad it?

Respecting people’s privacy! She’s such a little snoop, she can’t even help herself.

27. Do they have any cool scar stories?

None whatsoever. Sumire’s skin is legendarily flawless. 

28. When left to their own devices, how would they spend a free day?

Reading romance novels and nibbling on little snacks. 

31. Do they have a comfort food?

Papardelle al Cinghiale (a wide, flat pasta served in a ragu with wild boar). The summer after her mom passed away, she lost a lot of weight, and Bella fattened her up with this dish when she got back to school. It’s always reminded her of healing. 

34. How do they generally wear their hair?

Either up in a bun or hanging free. 

36. Are there any holidays or celebrations they dislike?

Nah. 

37. Are there any holidays or celebrations that they go all in for?

Valentine’s day! She gets so much snooping done. It’s lovely.