#selfship drabble

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

little sample of the drabble I’m writing for how they meet :3

[gh0stface-k1sser]

little drabble based off of this :3 bc I also firmly believe EJ would like Saw.

Vie started blankly at the TV screen for a moment, green eyes narrowing a bit. "Yeah let's use a fucking button up shirt as a tourniquet..." He snorted sarcastically, a sigh escaping his lips.

The movie was getting close to the end, Lawrence had taken off his blue button up shirt, and had tied it around his leg, just above the shackle to use as a tourniquet..even though there was no way in hell that'd actually work, ever. Jack couldn't help but let out a soft snort of amusement at the others clear annoyance, even though they'd both seen it multiple times by now.

"You literally can't saw your own foot off...you'd die of shock before you could get through it. I would've just died, you're going to anyways..so.."

Jack's eyebrows raised a bit, tilting his head slightly. The tip of his tail twitched in amusement. Honestly, it was a bit annoying how inaccurate it was, but the movies were entertaining anyways.

"I think you just don't like Lawrence."

The redhead turned towards the taller, demonic boy, his eyes narrowing a bit, though in a playful way, a huff escaping his lips.

[sweetlovingfictionals]

You know, as a weirdly comfort thing, I keep having this vision inside of my head, that when I die, I enter into my own little ‘paradise’ where all my mostly nonhuman fictional lovers, boyfriends / experimental girlfriends, etc are waiting for me. The ‘bouncer’ is a scrawny Dalmatian twink who talks to me, tells me that he’s been expecting me all this time. In a daze of confusion, I ask where I am and what happened. Sadly of course, he tells me that I had unfortunately perished and now my soul has gone onto the eternal afterlife.

This place… it looks like a very well kept nightclub. Neon lights on the outside. The words ‘Chill Afterlife’ is buzzing on the front of the building in a dark neon pink. The building is coated in a dark black with pink in some odd fashion of coloration. The place is HUGE on the inside. Reception is handled behind a glass window with a goat twink inside of the window behind the desk. Although, it doesn’t look like anyone else really visits said desk. The Dalmatian twink explains to me that in this afterlife, there are no rules. There are no worries. It’s just fun, Love, relaxation and peace here. He explains to me that there is a sense of tranquility here to know there will never again be suffering. Just constant playtime, rest, however me as the ‘owner’ of this supposed club I’ve never known I’ve owned is now in my possession, will decide.

I also remember vividly of poles like in a stripper club on the front of the club. There’s chairs strewn about. Some couches. There’s a bar to the right. Filled with personal liquids. (Mostly whiskey, bourbon, tequila. The ‘yeehaw cowboy’ drinks lmao) though some come in original, some Come in flavors. I also remember being led down this corridor where there’s pink lights inside of the building that act as ‘LED lights’ above me. Bulbs that should be yellow are the same dark neon pink. I also remember this feeling of anxiety. Leaving a world behind me.

The one leading me tells me that there has been a whole bunch of individuals who have gathered here. Waiting. Getting to know one another. Agreeing to keep things in a ‘alliance’ of sorts. I ask who. They say they will show me in a moment. I have a personal room down inside of the club, where it’s down in the end of the hallway to the right where it’s my dream room supposedly. Although, I am mostly curious who these individuals are that want to meet me. So I tell the Dalmatian to wait on showing me the room for now. Agreeing, he leads me to this set of doors. More doors then one should think of inside of a main building. There’s about 5 doors. Sitting side by side one another labeled 1-5.

He tells me that three individuals are waiting inside for me. One’s that I am sure that I’ve been waiting for too. I am

Lead inside of the room, the same pink lights in coloration. There’s couches in a circular shape, like a ‘u-shaped’ booth in front of me. A small stream of strange smoke like cigar’s inside of the booth, but there didn’t smell of anything or anyone smoking anything. A fog of sorts. In front of me, there are three people inside sitting in the two u-shapes booths sitting on the left side of the wall and the front side where I am looking from the door. There’s three I recognized Instantly. Three of my top desires. Monty Gator. His glasses reflecting the pink neons lights. His hulking form sitting comfortably in the booth. His smile Of sharp teeth grows. His legs spread eagle with his arms and elbows position on the ‘rest’ of the booth.

Rocket Raccoon, sitting with his legs kicked up on the booth, his body in a relaxed position. His arms folded and smoking the cigar in his mouth, he takes it out to tap at the end of the butt to mark the floor in ash. Seems as though he grew bored of waiting and is finally glad someone he wanted showed up.

Louis the Deer. His own cigarette lit up and sitting adjacent to Rocket. Reading what seemed to be a fantasy novel. His clothing a simple Tee, blue jeans, and bare footed. His daring gaze fixiates on me. A small smile follows. “Well… I suppose the show can finally start.” He muses and closes the book and presses it down onto the table to face me.

In pure shock, is ask… ‘is this really real?’ And of course, the Dalmatian anthro nods. ‘Welcome to your new home, Mika.’ And closes the door behind me knowing that it’s about high time I catch up with these three. They are all carefully watching me. I’m still having a hard time believing this would be my Eternal afterlife. To be with anyone and everyone I have believed I had a relationship with. Platonic. Familial. Romantic. Whatever the case may be, the reality is simple. I am here, and they are too.

Rocket smirks. ‘We didn’t wait Here for nothin’, babe. Get that ass over here.”

A roll of the eyes from Louis. “As charming as ever.” A chuckle follows. “I’m sure you’re very confused, love. Come, sit with us. There’s much to be explained.”

Monty rolls his shoulders. “I ain’t sure how long we’ve been waiting for, but, time Passes different here. S’weird. Least yur here now. Now the real Fun can begin~.”

(I can continue for part two If y’all like! I really want to delve more into this ‘vision/dream scenario’ I keep having atm.’

[hereinhungercity]

Too Many Cooks

No man, or duck, can resist stealing batter when the baker works his art.

Felt like doing a little domestic selfship drabble with Howie, hope you guys enjoy even if there's no Bev, haha.

Howard darted a spoon into the bowl Aldous was mixing. That was something interesting about him- apparently, back home, feathered fingers means batter theft involves a small spoon rather than a wandering finger.  Aldous elbowed him back. “Knock it off, dude. There’s raw eggs in here, you want salmonella? Get off the counter.”

“Waugh! Don’t even bring it up. I’m still trying to get used to you hairless apes constantly eating eggs.” Howard fluffed his feathers and scooted off the counter, pausing to theatrically preen himself, as if indignant. His smile and soft eyes belied his good humor to Aldous, who turned back to the batter. “Besides, any waddler past their down knows you’re more likely to get e coli from the flour.”

“That’s… not any better, Howie.”

“Maybe so, but it’s my god given right to poison myself if I want to, isn’t it?” Howard huffed and climbed up into a chair at the table. “It’s good, by the way, doll. Worth having my hand slapped at least. It’s just chocolate though, why’s it red?”

“Don’t you even think about it, Howard.” Aldous paused as he set the spoon down and reached for a cake pan. He turned around and looked at his husband and smiled. “I actually know this one! Culinary school is paying off. Originally it was because of the use of cocoa in the cakes which would turn red as a chemical reaction. Later, during rations, bakers used beet juice to enhance the color of their cakes. Well. That’s for here, I don’t know if your home has the same history.”

“You’re telling me you’ve never heard of red velvet cake?”

“Of course I’ve heard of it! Waugh, who hasn’t? I just don’t get it, that’s all.” Howard twirled his batter thief spoon around in his hand, considering taking another swipe. Aldous raised the wooden spoon he was mixing with, tapped the batter off it, and pointed it at the duck without even turning.

“We both got Washington on our dollars, I figure it’s probably the same where it counts.” He looked over as Aldous slid two of the batter-filled pans into the oven and purred when Aldous bumped the door shut with his hip. He laughed and took his apron off, flinging it over Howard’s head and wrapping his arms around him from behind. “Waugh! You’re so sappy, you’re gonna waterboard me, toots.”

Aldous laughed and pulled back on the apron menacingly, as if to strangle him before flipping the fabric away. He wrapped his arms around the duck again as the apron fluttered to the floor and kissed his cheek. “Don’t you call me toots, if you want any of this cake.”

“Alright, Big Al. I’ll play nice, just let me at that cake. Maybe after you let me at you-”

“Howard!” Aldous playfully shoved against his shoulders and moved to sit beside Howard at the table. He rested his elbows on the tabletop and chewed his lip coyly as he looked at the duck. “Well… we do have about forty minutes. Think that’s enough time to ‘get at me’, Howie?”

“There’s never enough time to spend with you, toots, let’s go.”

[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[letsgofoletsgo]

Just Like That

TW: Mention of weed, anxiety, bad high

Note: I transcribed the lyrics myself, so they might not be 100% accurate

It was late at night, and Azalea and Luca were in the former’s room. He was holding xem from behind as they laid on xyr bed, yet there was concern on his face. Azalea was half asleep, and riding through the latter stages of a bad trip. Luca had found him half an hour prior, and after a call to Mailika, he deduced the only thing to do was to stay with him and keep him comfortable until the effects subsided.

Azalea was still cognitive, but xyr anxiety was acting up and generally feeling some scary things. Xe found that physical contact helped xem feel calmer, so Luca cradled xem as he rubbed xyr arms, gently whispering to him occasionally. He found that Azalea gradually began to relax, but still hated to see xem like this. While he was intent on staying awake to look after xem, Luca couldn’t help but doze off a bit, just to close his eyes for a few minutes-

“... Luca?” Azalea spoke, voice slightly slurred.

He almost jumped upward, craning his neck to look down at him. “Yeah? You doing okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m okay.” Xe lulled his head to him. “You said you were workin’ with Dennis on a new song, right?”

“Er… We were, why?”

Dennis had been teaching Luca how to play guitar for a couple months, and even offered to help him write a song he’d been working on. It was something he had mentioned in passing to xem some time ago; but why bring it up now?

Azalea wearily met his gaze. “Think you could sing it for me?”

Luca hesitated. He’d only just finished it, and only ever sung it in front of Dennis before. However, the one he loved had requested it, so he figured he’d oblige.

“Well, alright.” He sat himself upward, and took a deep breath.

“Don’t let me die

Like your cigarette

Let me out

Like I’m the last one in your pack

Give me the taste that you can’t forget

I’ll be the last one that you can’t regret

Baby that’s just why we can’t come back

And our back and forth

Leaves me wanting more

I could be your boy

If you want that

And you could be my girl

Just like that

Is it bad for the both of us

If I stayed in your apartment could,

My clothes fit in your closet?

Let me know, I wanna know

I kinda need it now

Are we stuck here on the surface?

Are you spinning down right with me?

I could be your boy

If you want that

And you could be my girl

Just like that

I could be your boy

If you want that

And you could be my girl

Just like that”

As he finished, he looked down at Azalea, who now had a hazy smile. “I love it.”

“Really?” He chuckled warmly. “Was just something I threw together for fun, but I’m glad you liked it.”

Azalea reached his arm up, clumsily patting Luca by the side of his head.

“You’re my boy, Luca… Just like that.”

His heart swelled at the gesture, smiling warmly at xem as he took xyr hand. “Guess I am.”

A couple hours later when Azalea was feeling better, the two drifted off, safe and happy in each other’s embrace. Luca took comfort in knowing that he was Azalea’s boy, and that xe was his in return.

Just like that.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

older brother touya au, endeavor is still an asshole, shouto interacts w his siblings lol, bby shouto, hyper active kinda rough reader (you tackle shouto), shouto and touya have an unspecified age gap but i was thinkin like 10 years (so touya is 17 and shou is 7), just a liiiil bit angsty but mostly fluffy, lemme know if i missed sum else !

touya knows his little brother shouto is kinda weird.

he rarely ever sees him happy, or with any sort of emotion on his face for that matter. he has little habits that he hates not being able to follow and he's incredibly nit picky about them. he doesn't outwardly emote but that doesn't mean he couldn't be bratty when he wanted to be, cus he is but that's also about super specific weird stuff like what he wants to have for dinner (which always ends up being cold soba anyways).

he's also not much of a talker. he's a little shy, but he also just doesn't like talking. it's impossible to miss the huge red scar around his eye, he doesn't like to play outside and roughhouse like touya did when he was his age and he still doesn't have any friends at school. shouto never seemed to be bothered by it, though touya assumes that his peers might find him weird too.

except they better not, because touya's the only one who can call his brother weird. and deep down, he worries a little for him.

until he comes back home from school, his sweater is tucked out and there's a dirt stain on it. his hair is messy and his backpack is haphazardly closed, his little notebooks propped inside and his pencil case threatening to fall out.

natsuo, the one charged to pick him up that day, sheepishly scratches at his neck "he won't tell me what happened to him." he explains as touya practically charges towards shouto, he doesn't look hurt, so his older brother roughly turns him around to check his bag.

" but i told you what happened, natsu-nii."

"you don't have to lie, shouto--"

"what happened to you ?" touya cuts in, looking inside his brothers bag to check if nothing was missing, it looks intact from what he can tell.

"i played with my friend." shouto says simply, like that explains why he looked like he'd just walked through a hurricane. touya already knows he's gonna get an earful about this from his father. he inwardly groans.

"you sure your friend didn't just mug you ?" he flips his brother around and shouto's little arms flail as he does, unbothered by his brother's rough treatment. he tilts his head, touya sighs.

"bully you, i mean."

shouto's eyes widen, then he hurriedly shakes his head, denying him ever getting bullied and simply claiming he was playing. touya shares a look with natsuo, who looks just as unconvinced as him at his brothers words.

"who's this friend of yours, shou ?"

"yn."

"yn ?" both brothers say at the same time. shouto nods and touya catches a small little glint in his eyes as he looks back at him "she's really nice."

"this doesn't seem nice. you look like you got robbed." touya furrows his brows, sneering at his brothers dirty shirt. he starts dragging the youngest toward the bathroom. hopefully he'd be fully clean before their father got home and he wouldn't have to get in trouble. for god knows what reason. enji todoroki would probably find a way to place the blame on him, something about how he should've been the one to pick him up or gotten there earlier he guesses.

"yn likes to play games where you move around a lot." is what he offers as explanation. touya hums absentmindedly as he ushers his brother into the bathroom, deciding on how he should deal with his youngest brother's first ever bully. because of the age gap he doubts the kid is any smaller than his brother is, so he thinks he'll probably just try to scare off whoever this yn is.

"how 'bout i pick you up from school tomorrow and i can meet yn. that sound good ?" and shouto excitedly nods at the idea, gushing about how funny and nice you are and that you share your snacks with him. it's weird how fondly he talks about his bully, but touya knows his brother's always been a little weird, he probably has no idea what's happening to him. the thought makes him frown just a bit harder.

the next day after school, touya is already at the gates before they've even opened ready to scare the pants off of his brothers harasser. he sees shouto walking out of the gates with a few other kids, alone. the little boy perks up once he sees him and sends him a high wave, which touya returns with one of his own lazier one's.

"where's your friend ?" he tries his best not the spit the word too venomously, shouto doesn't seem to notice.

"yn is coming. her bag isn't closing well, so she told me to go ahead without her." he explains, reaching for his brother's hand absentmindedly.

touya is about to respond when he hears yelling. yelling that gets closer and closer to them until he notices too late that a little person is rushing towards his brother. before he can pull him out of the way the person has jumped onto shouto and knocked the both of them onto the ground. and touya watches flabbergasted as his younger brother does not look surprised at all, like shit like this just happened every tuesday. his mouth falls open when the little girl that had charged into his brother excitedly starts hopping slightly on top of him.

"shouto !"

"hi, yn."

touya is going to fucking lose his mind.

you get closer to shouto's face still sitting on him, touya assumes to make sure he could hear you even thought he doubts he couldn't before. " i thought ya left without me, i couldn't see you !"

shouto shakes his head, still on the floor "i said i would wait for you." he says seriously. and you practically beam, nudging your cheek to his and rubbing it against his affectionately. shouto doesn't seem fazed by it, but he definitely doesn't seem angry.

you don't seem like a bully, at least.

you finally realise you're not alone, looking up at touya strangely "who're you ?" you ask bluntly. shouto responds before he could. "touya- nii's my older brother, he's the one i wanted to show you."

you don't seem like a bully, especially not when you immediately turn to shouto the moment he opens his mouth, holding onto every word you hear. your eyes widen looking between touya and him, "that's your brother ?!" shouto nods proudly. you finally get off of him allowing shouto to get up too.

"coool !" you exclaim, but then you quickly turn towards shouto " but you're cooler, shouto !" shouto's eyes widen, before he almost bashfully looks away, claiming that his touya-nii is was way cooler than him. touya has never seen his brother this expressive before. it might not be much for others, and if he were anybody else he'd think so too. but even the fact his brows raise when you speak and he actually engages in conversation with you, as short as he keeps it, is surprising.

but from that small interaction, he can assume that you're not a bully. and he understands why his brother looked like he got jumped yesterday.

you're so much more different then him though, it's weird. you're hyper and giggly and chatty. you jump around and you can't seem to pull yourself away from shouto, who really doesn't seem unhappy although you're a bit rough about it. it’s like you’re glued to him.

shouto who barely even talks to his family talks to easily with you, even though you start the conversation all the time. shouto who only ever eats cold soba gleams at your promise to bring more snacks to share with him, like you apparently do every day. and shouto who touya barely ever sees emote, smiles when you tell him something funny. he can't tell wether his little brother smiles because he actually finds what you said funny or because you do. but whatever it is, it's making him happy.

touya is so shocked simply staring at his brother interact with another human being that he fails to use the little 'leave my brother alone if you know what's good for you.' speech he'd practiced the night before and suddenly you have to go. waving at him and shouto (not before hugging him with all your might first), who sadly waves back as he watches you leave. though he cheers up just a bit when with a last wave you tell him that you'll see him tomorrow.

touya, despite not having said a word feels incredibly tired, so he starts pulling his brother along home with him.

"so..that was your friend."

shouto nods "yn." he says.

"yn." touya parrots, eyes drifting from his brother to the road ahead of him. "she's kinda weird, huh ?"

at that, shouto's eyebrows furrow hard and he furiously shakes his head, tugging at his brother’s hand "no. she's nice." he corrects adamantly. touya stares at his brother, before looking away again "right.." he sighs "well, she seems to like you a lot."

his little brother nods again, a faint smile forms on his face "cus the people in class are mean to her. cus she's new and they say she's weird, but i don't think she is." he rambles, he actually rambles, touya blinks. he doesn't think he's ever been more surprised than he's been today. "yeah ?" is all he utters.

"yeah. people think i'm weird too, but yn says she thinks i'm cool." touya's eyes soften at his brothers words. he raises his arm up so his little brother is slightly lifted in the air. "course you're cool, you're my little brother." smiling softly to himself when shouto giggles.

touya knows that his little brother is weird, but he doesn't have to be worried anymore. cus it seems you like him, that you think he's cool and that you're weird too, in your own way. shouto keeps coming back home with dirty clothes and messy hair after that, but with happy and satisfied eyes and little candies he shares with his siblings that he made them promise to keep a secret. and he thinks his little brother will be fine, as weird as he is.

[espresso-ships]

Comforting your f/o 🌧🫂

Yes, being comforted by your f/o is nice, but...

Imagine comforting them

Especially if they're usually "the strong one" and always there for you, and rarely show their own troubles

Maybe they never talk about their feelings? Instead, they keep it all inside - until they have a storm of emotions within. Until they can't keep it inside.

Imagine being the one they open up to Being the one your f/o trusts enough to let it out - To be vulnerable, and real.

Imagine hugging them, holding them close in your arms - And feeling them squeeze you closer, never wanting to let go.

Imagine telling them it's ok, and saying: "I'm here for you. Always" Feeling how they slowly relax in your embrace, calming down from your reassurance.

Imagine taking care of them - Loving them.

They trust you and love you, and they appreciate you being there for them. You're one of the people they trust the most, one of the few that they open up to. You're the one the dare be vulnerable with, the one who's arms they want to be in when everything feels overwheling.

Imagine being the shoulder they cry on - Being your f/o's rock, and them being yours.

[Pro-ships DNI.]

[ambiguouslady42]

Imagine driving on a scenic route with your f/o. You’re the driver, not the passenger princess. They take the place as the passenger and have confidence and faith in you that you’re driving is 12/10.

The views are majestic. You see the various skylines of different cities surrounding you and your love. The houses in this area are what dreams are made of. You imagine owning one of these houses as a place where you’ll build your lives together someday. You sigh as you imagine your lives coming together as the roads continue to wind and wind. You come across a view point and decide to pull over. There are no other cars in the vicinity. It’s you and them. This is all yours.

You’re gazing at this view as the lights glimmer. Suddenly you begin to feel a hand on your thigh. This touch that feels innocent at first, turns flirtatious with haste. The fingers begin to trace towards your inner thigh and creeping toward your warmth. You decided to wear a skirt and tights for this evening, but without intent for something to happen.

As their fingers are reaching towards your warmth, they come towards you to plant a deep kiss. In between the quick breaths, you ask them what they’re doing.

“Shhh…let me drive for a bit here.”

You’re melting in their touch as their fingers reach inside of your warmth.

You’re gasping and moaning as you see stars.

“Pl-pl-please…”

“Mmm, tell me what are you” as their fingers curl inside you.

You want to scream, but before you’re able to they kiss you once more as they consume your orgasm.

You whisper…”I’m your passenger princess.”

“That’s my girl.”

[ronzombie]

imagine an AU where you're your F/O's OC.

they fall even deeper in love with you after every lore piece they write. after every trauma and flaw they inflict on you, they still love you and would do anything to have you there with them in person.

who knows? maybe one day their wish will come true...

[tireddovahkiin]

SELF-SHIPPERS WHO THINK THEY'RE BAD AT COOKING!!!

Listen to this funny scenario XD Imagine your F/O is the only one who likes your cooking. The others are 'weaklings' and 'cannot' handle your peak cooking skills (in their eyes). They don't see anything wrong with it, no matter if you made it too salty or spicy or sweet, and actually always ask for more. (They even consider it better than any restaurant food they've tried ever.)

Your F/O is willing to try some food you made. People give them a warning, and a bit of a concerning stare, SECRETLY giving glares to drop the food.

They notice, but take a bite anyways.

And... Their eyes widen, starting to glisten, and even a tear rolling down their cheek.

Your beloved is... absolutely AMAZED. Your darling is so dazed, left speechless, taste buds blessed by your heavenly cooking. They might even start to serenade to the very food, and you, the marvellous chef with 'golden hands'. Or if they're the more stoic type, just stare at you... Like they're silently telling you 'Thank you for making this'. They look so PROUD of you, that they got to befriend/court/marry/adopt such a cooker in their life. Your F/O consider themself lucky.

Seeing the reaction of them, everyone seems shocked. They "survived" eating your meal? Maybe... This time it really was good?

One person grabs one of your plates, having a taste... And fainting right afterwards.

The others rush over to help, but your F/O? They give them an unamused glare, maybe even muttering a 'pathetic' under their breath. Saying how they are being overdramatic, and that there is NOTHING wrong with your cooking. While they're taking another bite, the people are doing CPR on the knocked out guy and calling an ambulance.💀

(Long story short. You're imagining things! Your cooking bad? Did you see how your F/O seemed to almost WOLF DOWN the whole meal you've made, not even taking a break to breathe or wipe their face? Yeahhh, you better not say anything negative about it in front of them, your dear F/O WILL defend your cooking for their life.)

[grimmweepers]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𝓻𝔂𝓾𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶

there was an ache in my heart when i awoke in a strange, beautiful world that wasn’t my own. even as months turned to years, i still missed the familiar skies, the voice of loved ones and the home i had left behind. i wrote letters that went nowhere and whispered silent prayers that reached no one. it was like i was plucked from my own reality and placed in a world where i didn’t quite belong.

yet, as much as i longed for home, i was determined to learn in this new life. sumeru became my sanctuary and the akademiya, my solace. i learned their languages, customs, and secrets while sharing stories of the stars, landmarks, and beauty of my own world. the scholars listened, fascinated by the similarities and differences, but none more than al-haitham—a student assigned to guide me through this foreign land. he was a quiet presence. thoughtful and curious. he did not pity me.

and over time, he went from guide to peer to something more. over time, i wasn’t just seeking knowledge but also him. but what was the point? what was the point of falling for him if one day, i could just disappear—vanish back to my world, leaving him and teyvat behind? this could slip away at any moment. this might be as fleeting as a dream.

despite all reason, i still found myself loving him deeply. in a world that wasn’t my own, he had become my home.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: very slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒: 22.10.22 | playlist | genshinverse ryu

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐒: modern au | season of love

[gh0stface-k1sser]

✨ - "you look...nice." + chuuya !! :]]

OOO YAYAYAAAA TYY FOR THE ASK

SOS SORRY THIS TOOK SO LOMG

Suggestive but not explicit or anything

Chuuya's piecing, blue gaze raked up and down his lovers body, seeing the taller man in a cropped top and baggy pants made his heart race and cheeks flush.

"you look...nice" Chuuya's voice was low and raspy, a suggestive lilt to it, implying he meant more than just "nice"

A blush formed on the other man’s freckled cheeks, he gently slid one finger under Chuuya’s choker, gently pulling him closer. His hand moved to cup the gingers chin, tilting his head back slightly, a smirk making its way into his lips.

“Mm..I’m glad you think so, love”

Chuuya was typically the more flirty, assertive one, so this caught him a bit off guard..but he didn’t mind, if anything, he liked it, it made his heart race wildly and his breathing hitch. Before either of them could say anything else, their lips met in a soft but passionate kiss. There was an obvious...tension between the two, but not a bad kind, the kind that meant the kiss was sure as hell gonna lead to more.

[iid-smile]

#08 ୨ৎ ⸝⸝ @meidiary ⋆

i think im in luv with u... 😪 mei is a 10/10 guys!! certified cutie ☺️ idk who i was expecting you to pick, but inumaki 😆😆 one of my favs fr! and i was so excited to do 23 for some reason... you're the first one to request it 👏 all of them are headcanons 🙂‍↕️ (tumblr keeps not saving what i put down its stressing me out!!!)

#18 🍓 | protecting you

im sorry, but inumaki can be such a scaredy cat sometimes...

he'd be afraid, but still step up and get in between you and whatever is the threat

doesn't consider his own safety and wellbeing in the process either... he always puts others first, and a little bit of throat pain is much better than you getting hurt

100% mans up against insects because you hate them

gets intimated when he's up against a muscular 6ft guy, but has a eureka moment and uses his cursed speech. easy win

theres also other things he'd protect you from too, like pulling you away from hot oil and flames if you're cooking together. he's got spidey senses (according to him)

the cold is also something he'd protect you from. always makes sure you have a warm coat, scarf, gloves, and everything. i think inumaki really likes earmuffs too, because then he can whisper about how much he loves you and you wouldn't hear a thing

#20 🍦 | love language

physical touch + quality time

a mixture of both

the two of you could lay around for hours, and he'd just listen to you talk as you both cuddle. when you're both into a particular show or series, snuggling in bed when you're both supposed to be sleeping hits different

if you're on public transport or aimlessly walking around, he'll hold your hand, but it's more like he's holding it from behind rather than actual handholding.

silence with him is always comfortable, and you completely tune out from the rest of the world whenever you're with him

gift giving

he gifts you snacks a lot. even better if he specifically gets ones with pink packaging

not the best with fashion but he tries for you. he would buy you a turtleneck just like his but a different colour and patterned

not the best with fashion, but he tries. at first, he'd literally buy you any clothes that are pink, and gets so confused when it's not your style. he gets it eventually, don't worry

matching shoes are a must! not the exact same shoe as you, but the same colour

pranks

not really a love language but aha

he loves it too much when he scares you with bugs, especially ones that fly. craneflies are the worst, because they're relatively easy to pick up and hold compared to flies or other flying creatures

he'll grab it by the leg and chase you around with it. sometimes he'll cup his hands together and pretend he has one because he finds it funny

he doesn't do anything with spiders because you're both scared of them

he actually would love it when you prank him back. scaring him from behind by shaking his shoulders is the best way to get him

#23 🍦 | your romance trope / dynamic

friends to lovers / mutual friends

he wouldn't date anybody he doesn't know well

since you're friends with a lot of people, there's no way he hasn't heard about you, and you happened to meet by chance

maybe coincidentally crossing paths and your extroverted self just had to say hello.

as soon as you both realise you have a mutual friend, the friendship blossoms and grows quick

the way he cares for you is so clear to everyone else except for you, but when somebody points it out, you can tell

sunshine x enthusiastic but silent enabler

inumaki is already a silly guy, and he just gets sillier

the conversations you have are always energetic, engaging and exciting, even with the language barrier, so he's pulling out ingredients that nobody's ever heard him say before. essentially, you're the only two that actually can understand

his energy immediately springs up whenever he gets to hang out with you. he can go from 0 to 100 in a split second, and that needs to be studied

he really doesn't mind how much you talk, since he likes to listen

#24 🍦 | when they're jealous

it's hard to see his face when his mouth and eyebrows are both covered, so you're only depending on the eyes. or if he tells you himself

if he wants to get out of a situation to feel more at ease, he'll tug on your sleeve or fingers

"🤬"

that's literally all he sends you over text or shows you on notes, and when you look over at him, it's really obvious that he's upset. (to you, at least)

will have a whole debate with you on why, how and what he's jealous about. small or big, it doesn't matter

when he gets the most jealous is if you're paying too much attention to something else in general

like, if you're sitting a bit too far to each other and you're on your phone, he'd pull you closer so you'd be right by his side, silently asking for you to talk to him a bit

event masterlist

[dottores]

YOU GUYS MUST LOOK AT WHAT TEE GOT ME FOR MY BDAY!!!! SHE GAVE IT TO ME EARLY FOR CONGRATULATIONS ON FINISHING MY FIRST WEEK OF LAW SCHOOL

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

watching every single one of my mutuals slowly start to make sugu selfships with this >:3 look on my face