#then... i mean good for you but maybe chill a little

[kashverse]

happy birthday to the goat.....!!!! getoo suguruuu!!!

birthdays are a special occasion, but when it’s your fiancé suguru’s birthday, it’s a full-blown event. gifts? top-tier. dinner? already reserved at his favorite restaurant. romance? obviously. however, this year, suguru had one specific request that turned the night into a logistical nightmare.

he wanted to bring satoru.

your ridiculously white, obnoxiously spoiled retriever—who had bright blue eyes and a penchant for stealing your fiancé’s attention whenever possible. "he's a part of the family," suguru had reasoned earlier that day, scratching satoru behind the ears as the dog dramatically collapsed into his lap. "and he loves me."

"he loves inconveniencing me," you muttered, watching satoru flop over with a huff. suguru smirked. "sounds familiar."

and that’s how you ended up at dinner date night with suguru and your 75-pound, attention-seeking furry third wheel sitting at your feet, dressed in a stupid little bow tie suguru had personally picked out. the night started fine. candles, good wine, romantic atmosphere. suguru, as always, looked unfairly good in a dark button-up, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back but with a few strands loose. it should’ve been the perfect evening. should’ve. but satoru had other plans.

phase 1: ultimate betrayal

as soon as your food arrived, you felt it—a large, furry weight leaning against suguru’s chair. you glared.

“satoru.”

the dog stared back. unbothered. unrepentant. 

"he just wants love," suguru defended, reaching down to scratch satoru’s chin. satoru had the audacity to wag his tail smugly, tongue lolling out in triumph. you raised a brow.

“he just wants to steal my fiancé.” suguru chuckled, not denying it. "maybe he knows something you don't."

"excuse me?"

"maybe i'm his boyfriend first."

before you could argue, satoru let out a pathetic, theatrical sigh and nudged his massive head onto suguru’s lap. your jaw dropped. 

"oh, you manipulative little—”

“he’s just a baby,” suguru cooed, betraying you on his own birthday. satoru barked in agreement.

phase 2: sabotage

you tried to reclaim suguru’s attention several times. each time, satoru outmaneuvered you.

• attempt #1: reaching for suguru’s hand? blocked by satoru forcing his giant head in between. • attempt #2: feeding suguru a bite of your dish? intercepted by satoru suddenly sitting up, bumping the table. • attempt #3: leaning in to whisper something romantic? interrupted by a loud huff as satoru flopped onto his side like he had been personally victimized.

"this is ridiculous," you huffed, crossing your arms. suguru, clearly amused, swirled his wine. “jealous?” you scoffed. 

"of my own dog?"

"you sound jealous."

you did. and you hated it. satoru, who absolutely understood everything, let out another smug sigh and laid his head directly on suguru’s lap. “okay,” you muttered, glaring at him. “this means war.”

phase 3: the truce (bribery edition)

your opportunity came with dessert. you had ordered carrot cake. satoru, as a man of sophisticated palate, also loved carrot cake. when the plate arrived, you seized the moment. “satoruuu,” you called sweetly, slicing off a tiny, dog-safe piece. his ears perked up immediately.

“oh, now you’re interested in me?” you snarked. satoru wagged his tail enthusiastically, shameless. you smirked, placing the piece on a napkin and holding it hostage. 

“listen, if you agree to chill for the rest of the night and let me have my moment with my fiancé, you get this. deal?”

satoru, brilliant strategist, expert negotiator, pawed your knee in acceptance. "good boy." you handed him the cake, watching as he inhaled it in one bite.

suguru chuckled. “you really just bribed our dog.”

“he started it.”

satoru, apparently satisfied with the transaction, curled up beside your chair instead of suguru’s for the first time that evening. suguru leaned over, pressing a lazy, amused kiss to your temple. "you’re unreal."

“i have to be,” you sighed. “otherwise i’d be single.”

he chuckled, lacing his fingers with yours under the table. satoru, content and full of cake, let out a deep sigh and settled in. peace, at last.

[steddiehyperfixation]

steve harrington's phone number

@steddiebingo prompt: van | 1.7k words | rated T

“Stupid- useless piece of shit!” Eddie barely manages to pull his coughing, spluttering van over to the side of the road before it chokes to a stop with a dying wheeze. “Fucking drama queen.” He gets out and gives the side of the van a good kick, chastizing it for its very loud and inconvenient death. 

Just his luck it would decide to break down here, on a nothing stretch of road several miles outside of town. Too far to walk but not all that long of a drive if his stupid car could’ve just toughed it out a little while longer. “You really couldn’t have held on for like ten more minutes?” he grumbles, kicking the van again. The van, of course, does not answer and remains quite dead. Eddie mutters a few more curses and pulls his jacket tighter around himself against the late November chill as he wanders around to the front of the car to pop the hood. 

It’s an entirely useless gesture, popping the hood. Even before he opens it he knows he’s still not going to have a single clue what’s broken or how to fix it. The inner workings of a car are utterly foreign to him, an alien language of metal and grease that he stupidly never cared to learn. He stares blankly at the incomprehensible jumble of machinery before him, cursing himself for all those times he’d evaded and complained his way out of Wayne’s attempts to teach him how to do his own auto repairs. His uncle’s boring handyman lessons would’ve really come in handy right now, if only he’d had the foresight to listen. 

With a huffed out sigh, Eddie slams the hood back down. He’s going to have to call someone.

Thankfully he can see a roadside payphone not too far off in the distance, about half a mile out maybe. He rummages through his pockets and paws around the front seat of the van for any spare change he could use. He’d just blown through most of the money he had on him at a record store in Indy, but he manages to scrounge up enough coins for one call. Just one. So he has to choose wisely. He starts his trudge to the payphone while he runs through a mental list of options, feeling increasingly frustrated and hopeless as he crosses each of them off one by one. 

A tow truck is too expensive. His uncle is at work. Half his friends can’t drive, and not a single one of them knows anything about cars anyways so they wouldn’t be much help beyond a ride home (and he’d really rather not have to just leave his van on the side of the road). He needs someone who’s free, can drive, and has enough of a working knowledge of cars to possibly be able to give his van enough of a second wind to make it home. 

Which is how he finds himself in a dingy little phone booth punching in Steve Harrington’s number - a number he’s never called before yet somehow memorized, recalling it clearly in his mind’s eye in the scrawl of Steve’s handwriting on notebook paper. 

“Harrington residence, Steve speaking,” Steve’s voice comes through the line, automatic and rehearsed.

“Okay, I’ll make fun of that weirdly formal greeting later,” Eddie decides, “but right now, uh- man, I really hate to do this, but do you happen to know anything about fixing cars?”

“Eddie, hey,” Steve sounds almost startled to hear from him. “Um, yeah, I mean, I’m no expert or anything, but I know enough to get by. Why?” 

“My van just broke down on my way back from the city and I was hoping you might be willing to do me a huge huge favor and come out here and see if you can help me get her started again.” Eddie puts all the desperation he can into his voice, which really isn’t hard. His distress is 100% genuine. “Please? I’m desperate here, Harrington. I’d be forever in your debt, I’ll-” 

“Okay,” Steve says before Eddie can start bargaining. So simply, so easily. He really wasn’t expecting it to be that easy.

“Okay?” 

“Yeah, okay. I’ll help you. Where are you?”  

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god- thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. I owe you my life, seriously-” 

“Munson,” Steve cuts him off again, repeating his question, “where are you?” 

“Right, yeah.” Eddie gives his best approximation of where he is and Steve promises to be there as soon as he can before hanging up. Feeling a little bit lighter now, Eddie treks back to wait by his van.

The sun has just dipped below the horizon, streaking the sky with pink and gold, when Steve’s BMW pulls up and he steps out of the car bathed in the orange glow of sunset, looking every bit the rescuing angel. A dashing hero straight out of a fairytale; Eddie can almost picture him with a sword in his hands instead of a toolbox, a noble steed behind him instead of a car. 

He expresses only a satirized version of that sentiment, clasping his hands over his heart and gasping theatrically in greeting, “Harrington, my hero!” And he grins as Steve rolls his eyes in response. 

“Hi, Eddie.” Steve approaches, plunks his toolbox on the front of the van and leans against it. “You know, I’m surprised you called me. It didn’t seem like you were ever going to.” 

Eddie shrugs, hands in his pockets. “Yeah, I just- I couldn’t think of anyone else who’d be able to help me. I’m sorry if me calling you, like, freaked you out for a second there.” 

Steve’s eyes narrow and his head tilts like a confused puppy. “Why would you calling freak me out?” 

“Well, I mean, you only gave me your number in case something happened with the kids, right?” Eddie states. “So, I didn’t mean to make you worried at first that there might’ve been, like, a Dustin emergency or something.” 

“Oh…” A number of emotions flicker across Steve’s face as he seems to come to some sort of realization, and his expression ultimately settles on vaguely amused. “Right, yeah. Totally.” 

Now Eddie’s the one who’s confused, feeling like he’s missed a punchline. “Is that…not why you gave me your number?” It’s not like it had actually been explicitly stated, but they’d just been talking about the kids right before Steve had written his number down, so Eddie had just assumed that was the reason. 

“No, it-” Steve shakes his head and smiles, a little bit fond, a little bit like he’s still sharing some kind of inside joke with himself. “It’s not important right now,” he decides. “Let’s just figure out your van first, alright? What was going on with it before it broke down?” 

“Well, I don't actually know,” Eddie says, “but she was being very loud and dramatic about it.” 

“Huh, I’ve heard of pets developing similar personalities to their owners but I’ve never heard of cars doing it.” 

“Oh shut up.” 

Steve grins, pushing himself off the front of the car so he can open the hood and take a look. He immediately starts to tinker around with some stuff. Eddie has absolutely no idea what he’s doing, but he sure looks good doing it. There’s a cold breeze in the air, getting colder by the minute with the slowly darkening sky, but something about watching Steve’s arms as he works a wrench into the machinery has Eddie feeling strangely warm. 

Steve’s talking, probably trying to explain what he’s doing or what’s wrong with the van, though Eddie’s not catching a word of it. He couldn’t pay attention even if he tried, and not just because he’s distracted by Steve’s arms. The other half of his mind is still stubbornly stuck on the whole thing about Steve’s number, racking his brain trying to figure out why the hell else he would’ve given it to him. 

He spends way too long replaying that moment, and all their previous and subsequent interactions, over and over again in his head before his memory finally starts to give notice to all Steve’s lingering glances, subtle once-overs, and suggestive smirks.

“Holy shit, you were flirting with me!” Eddie blurts out the realization as soon as it hits him. “When you gave me your number - you were trying to hit on me!”

Steve, who had been interrupted mid sentence, barks out a laugh. “Now he gets it,” he teases as he glances over at Eddie. “You know, I couldn't figure you out for a while. All this time you never called but would still say hi to me when I picked the kids up from Hellfire, I figured it was some sort of soft rejection. But you really were just completely oblivious, huh?” 

“No yeah, I just have fucking rocks for brains apparently,” Eddie says, shaking his head self-deprecatingly as he rushes to reassure him, “I was definitely not rejecting you. Definitely, definitely not. Believe me, if I’d’ve known- I would’ve called so fast, man. I mean, trust me, your phone would’ve never stopped ringing.” 

“Good to know.” Steve smiles, his eyes so golden and warm in the dusk it almost seems as if the sun is on its way back up. He returns his attention to the van, just for half a second to give the machinery one last tweak, and then he straightens and closes the hood, wiping the car grease from his hands off on his jeans as he announces, “Well, your car should start now, if you wanna test it out and make sure. And then we can, uh, continue this conversation?” 

Eddie nods, hops back in the van, and turns his key in the ignition. It rumbles to life, and he lets out a laugh like a cheer. “You’re a goddamn miracle worker, Stevie!” he shouts.

“Glad I could help,” Steve calls back proudly. 

Eddie revels in the sound of his not-dead van for a moment longer before he takes a deep breath, turns off the engine, and jumps out to stand in front of Steve again. “So.” 

“So.” 

There’s a brief beat of buzzing silence. Eddie finds he doesn’t have all that much left to say, and he’s feeling far too giddy right now to be able to stand through some sappy discussion about how they feel about each other when it’s entirely unnecessary. He suggests instead, “Do you wanna just skip the conversation and go make out in the back of my van?” 

Steve grins at him. “Absolutely.” 

[nugatorysheep]

What your favorite SU character says about you but it's just mean as fuck

Steven — How is being a mentally ill, people-pleasing queer going for you? Did your mommy issues and anxiety resolve themselves yet or are you still avoiding therapy?

You either disliked or were neutral about him until he got a neck. You think Future is peak cinema (correct) and can't understand why everyone else hates it. You have a better grasp on this show's characters and themes than most of the people who watched it.

Connie — You were likely the gifted kid in school but a total burn-out now. You either see a lot of yourself in this character (How are those helicopter parents of yours doing? Have you gone no-contact yet?) or you're a normie and boring to sandbox with. Probably both.

You've got a lot of Feelings™️about her and if people don't agree it causes Problems™️. In case no one has told you yet, stop caring what other people think. Your constant virtue signaling to appeal to other normies is a crutch that's just holding you back. It's okay to have fun!!

Stevonnie — You want to fuck this character, though you'd never say that out loud. You like Steven and Connie; maybe you like one more than the other, but you like both at least a little. If you're using them for shipping you're the only person in the entire fandom doing whatever hyper-specific ship you've latched onto.

Rose and or Pink — You really suck as a person! Or you used to suck but you've gotten a lot better and we stan! If you're the former you almost certainly have terrible takes on this show (but not in the way people might think), sorry, I don’t make the rules. Either way, you gotta stop finding ways to bring her back, dawg. She's gone.

Greg — You're a man (positive) and gay as hell. Gentleman on the streets and a fucking freak in the sheets. We stan. Pop off king <3

Garnet — If you headcanon her as acespec she is not actually your favorite, Ruby and Sapphire are your favorite, but you like them both equally so you just say you like Garnet. If you headcanon her as anything else you're definitely shipping her with one of the other gems, probably Pearl or Jasper.

Amethyst — Super chill person. Would be in most people's dream blunt rotation. You're a live and let live kinda guy and I respect that, but you also have no hills you'd die on so you're not the first person anyone goes to if they need serious support. You can get away with misinterpreting this character (on purpose or accidentally) because it's hard to say things about her that most people won't just shrug at and go "yeah that sounds right I guess"

Pearl — You're annoying as hell. You see yourself in this character and that's not a good thing. Your social media presence gives off the same energy as every white woman's Instagram profile. If being a victim was a contest you'd take home the gold.

You think everyone is out to get you. They're not.

You think you're being persecuted. You're not.

Most people who see you from a distance and don't know better think you're alright, so you're probably pretty well-liked in public. The only people you will get along with in close quarters are all walking mean lesbian stereotypes.

Peridot — You're annoying as hell for a different reason. You see yourself in this character too and that is a terrible, terrible thing.

She's your pfp on every website and app that will allow it. Your lifeblood is this fucking character and e v e r y o n e will know it. You're weirdly possessive of her and the hyper specific headcanons you made for her (even if you don't say that) despite every grass-fearing autistic person on the internet projecting onto her, so ironically you don't like other Peridot fans, which always ends up with you sitting alone even on websites with millions of people on them.

90% chance you're a furry, otherkin, therian or think you have DID. You think you're misunderstood, and in some ways you are, but the reality is most people don't speak dog and don't have the time or energy to learn. You need to go outside and learn to speak cat whether you want to or not

Lapis — You don't like Peridot fans or kinnies, which is weirdly in-character. You're the biggest hater but you don't hide it and I can respect that. You think Lapis is a victim, but you're only half right. You would probably fall for propaganda if it was dressed up fancy enough.

Jasper — You want to fuck this character, full stop. There's a 50/50 chance you're chill af or the most insufferable person on the planet. If you're the former you're friends with a lot of people. You float easily from one group to another, but a jack of all trades is a master of none, and you're no one's first pick if they're looking for someone close. You probably hate Lapis and her fans but you should really just let that shit go ngl

Spinel — You need therapy (derogatory) and you're making that everyone else's problem. Despite the clown aesthetic you're not very funny to be around and you should get a better sense of humor. You project onto this character way too hard and it shows in your fandom habits and headcanons, but most of the time that's fine

Like Spinel, you're a little two-faced. Some people pick up on that right away and some don't. The people who do hold you at arms length until you make it clear which clown you'd rather be. You hate it when people ship Spinel with any character besides your favorite pairing, but you'll never say that out loud unless it's a ship the people you're talking to don't like.

Blue Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or a minor who doesn't actually understand anything about this character yet, and would immediately fall for any and all forms of propaganda

Yellow Diamond — If you think she is wearing a helmet you're a man (derogatory) and you expected things out of SU that were never gonna happen. If you think it's just hair you have a much better grasp on this character than 90% percent of SU's fandom and I'm platonically kissing you on the mouth.

White Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or an incredibly based and sexy queer.

The Zircons — You like Ace Attorney, or would like it if you haven't played it yet. You're making them kiss sloppy style. UwU

Lars — You probably didn't like him until after he died. You will defend this boy with your fucking life. Also you should just…. go watch Star Trek if you haven't. Seriously what are you doing—

Sadie — You're an oddball. Very lax though. You have complicated feelings about Shep

Peedee — You're a little quirky, a little freaky, but you're too scared to just say that. You desperately need some fun in your life, but the people around you make that difficult. Eventually you'll find the folks that are worth hanging around. See you on the flip side :)

Ronaldo — You're the type of person this character is based on and you take it in stride. If you're shipping him with Lars, you're the only person who's opinion on this character matters.

Kevin — I dunno who hurt you but you have a terrible taste in men. You only have fun in bed if it involves a damn near human rights violation

Mayor Dewey — You're normalbirb

Any other townie — This is a trick question! No one has these as their favorite lmao

[nameless-jamie]

I Want You...Professionally

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing

A/N: A tiny little fluff scenario. Just for the vibes.

It was vacation time for Jamie's favorite assistant. Well, his only assistant. She had organized everything, a temporary assistant for Jamie, a good book she could read while relaxing on her couch, but she obviously didn't calculate Jamie's brattiness.

Y/N had barely been out for a week when the first text came in.

Jamie: Who the fuck is this Jerry lad?

She frowned at the message before another one followed.

Jamie: He’s in my kitchen, Y/N. My sanctuary. What’s next? My fucking shower?

Jamie: If he touches my shampoo, I’m calling the police.

She sighed, rubbing her temple. She had warned Jamie that a temp assistant would be sent to work for him while she was on leave. He probably didn't listen. It was supposed to be a good thing—someone to help manage his schedule, make sure he made it to training on time, and prevent situations exactly like this, all while Y/N could chill for like a week. Just one week, please!

Instead, it seemed like Jamie had decided to make it his personal mission to be as difficult as humanly possible.

Y/N: He’s literally just there to help. Be nice.

Jamie: Define “nice.”

Y/N: Don’t scare him off in under a week.

Jamie: Cannot promise that babe.

It did not take a week.

It took two days.

By that time Y/N got an angry phone call from Rebecca. Jamie had apparently run through the poor temp guy so fast that Rebecca had personally told her, “You need to deal with your idiot. Right now!”

And if the exasperation in her voice hadn’t already told Y/N everything she needed to know, the look on the temp’s face when she arrived at the club to talk to him, spoke louder than words could.

The man looked exhausted. Defeated. Like he had seen things no personal assistant should ever have to see.

"Jerry, hey how are things?" Y/N approached the man carefully and spoke in a soft voice. Damn, he looked like he was about to break.

“I can’t do it, Y/N” he had said, shaking his head. “He’s impossible.”

“Yeah,” she had sighed. “He does that sometimes.”

"He sleeps bottomless. BOTTOMLESS! He told me that I have the energy of a wet paper towel. And he only ever eats protein bars."

Jerry started crying out of frustration and hugged Y/N's shoulder, a little too tight. Nice, her favorite blouse is now tear-stained. Fuckin' Tartt.

Y/N patted Jerry's back awkwardly. "Shit, okay. I'll deal with it."

So when Jamie showed up at her flat unannounced that evening—because of course he did—she was more than ready to deal with him.

“Jamie,” she deadpanned, crossing her arms. “What the fuck.”

Jamie blinked at her. “What?”

“You terrorized him.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You made him cry, Jamie.” Y/N deadpanned.

Jamie scoffed. “I barely said anythin'. He cried over one little comment.”

“You told him he had ‘the energy of a wet paper towel.’”

Jamie shrugged. “He did.”

“Jamie.”

He sighed dramatically, flopping onto her couch like he had just run a marathon. “Nah, you don't get it, t'was a whole nightmare. He was just there all the time. Following me around, tellin’ me what to do, actin’ like he knew me.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You mean like how I do my job?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not like you.”

“Oh, really?” She crossed the room, standing in front of him. “Because you’ve never had a problem with me following you around before and telling you what to do. But suddenly, this guy shows up, and you turn into a little shit?”

Jamie rolled his eyes. “I am a little shit. Always been one.”

She huffed. “Jamie.”

“What?” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply before looking up at her.

"Why is it different with me, tell me." She put her hand on his arm lovingly, trying to coax the answer out of him.

Jamie was frustrated. "I don't know. Maybe because you get me and... And maybe I don’t want someone else bossing me around, yeah? Maybe I just want you.”

The words hit her like a fucking freight train.

Jamie must’ve realized what he had said because his mouth snapped shut, his jaw tensing.

A beat of silence.

Then—

“In, like, a professional way?” Jamie said as more of a question than a statement.

“Jamie,” she said, with a warning voice.

He exhaled, shaking his head like he wanted to take it all back. “Forget it. I'll go apologize to the guy.”

“No Jamie, wait.” She stepped closer. "I mean you should definitely eventually apologize, you made the guy cry for god sake! But wait..."

Jamie met her gaze, something uncertain flickering behind his eyes.

She licked her lips, suddenly hyperaware of how close he was. “You want me?”

Jamie’s throat bobbed. “Yeah.”

Her heart stupidly skipped a beat. “In, like, a professional way.”

His lips twitched, but it wasn’t quite a smirk. “Sure. That.”

Her breath caught.

And then, because Jamie Tartt was a menace—because he could never just say something and leave it at that—he tilted his head, voice dropping to something dangerously soft.

“You okay, love?”

She could’ve said yes.

She should’ve said yes.

Instead, she let out a sharp breath and muttered, “Fuck you.”

Jamie grinned and turned toward the door. “Knew it. I'll be off then, apologizing to Berry.”

"His name is Jerry!"

"I knew that!"

The silence that followed after Jamie left wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was full of things left unsaid. Y/N thought about his words and their meaning a lot. Maybe I just want you.

Maybe they weren’t ready for the next step yet, and maybe they were, but for now, they both knew one thing—neither of them was going anywhere.

[merakiui]

I absolutely adore the way you write Jade! Someone who's very good at hiding his intentions and keeping himself composed just being so down bad for the prefect

What do you think of Jade with a prefect who joins the Mountain Lover's Club?

Just having someone else around who enjoys nature as much as he does. Going on hikes together and foraging. You're so excited to show off your terrariums to him. Maybe you even tell him about the mountains from your world!

With all that time you spend together alone, he's bound to fall for you, perhaps he uses a club camping trip as an excuse to make you his? Oh silly him, he accidentally planned the trip to be on a cold night, and there's only one tent! Don't worry, you can rely on him for warmth

Omg he's so happy to have someone with a genuine passion for nature join his club!! I like to think Jade assumes this is just a joke or a passing fancy of yours, so he doesn't take your admittance into the club too seriously...until it becomes clear you're here to stay. He's considerably relieved and even more happy to know you'll be the first official member in his club!! He has too much fun playing excursions to the mountains for foraging and hiking, and he'll listen to you ramble for hours about your latest terrarium design and all of the plants you'll put in it. It thrills him to no end to be able to share this hobby of his with you. >w< and you actually get it!! You don't just humor him or scoff and pull faces like his brother and Azul do.

I think the first successful club meeting he has with you is when Jade returns to Octavinelle, positively beaming, and it manages to weird even Floyd out. T_T no one (read: Azul and Floyd) are used to seeing Jade in such outwardly high spirits unless something really good has happened (like a scheme has come to fruition or he's found a rare species of fungi). In other words, this means Jade really values your company and participation in the Mountain Lover's Club.

Of course, even with his growing affections for you, that doesn't mean you're spared from his tricks and teasing. >_< it's just like him to plan a camping trip on a night when the weather is cold. How he conveniently forgets about those "little" details. :) because he's an eel from the deep-sea, the chill of night has never bothered him. But you're human, and he can see you're shivering and snuggling deeper into your sweater. He's even playfully draped his jacket over your shoulders,, admittedly, Jade might be showing off just a little. He just wants you to see he's strong and dependable, that not even the cold can deter him from being here for you.

He offers a very simple way to preserve body heat: cuddle. :D and that earns him a pillow to the face, but you hesitated before whacking him with the pillow. You're thinking about it. He's planted that seed in your head. >:D inevitably, as the night wears on and you bundle up in your sleeping bag, you can't take it anymore. Jade pretends to be asleep, but he's nearly vibrating out of his skin when he hears you shuffle in the darkness. And then you're pressing yourself against him, tucking yourself right beneath his chin. He'll allow you to get comfortable before deciding if he wants to disturb your peace. Because he's Jade, that's exactly what he does lol. He'll softly nudge you and suggest you slip into his sleeping bag because it's big enough for two, and then you can use your sleeping bag as an extra blanket. You're so sleepy and cold that you agree without much thought.

And now you're pressed so close in the sleeping bag, almost like sardines crushed together in a tin. <3 you find yourself unable to sleep. The reason? You can hear Jade's heart pounding away in his chest, a steady, yet quick-clipped thrum. You almost can't believe it..... is Jade Leech nervous???? :O

[hrrtshape]

hey, i don't really know how to put it in words since i'm not that good in english but please bear with me:>

is the desperation to shift realities could be a reason why i'm still not shifting to my desire reality? i saw somewhere that maybe i still haven't shifted yet is because of the need and the desperation i feel to shift. i need to shift so bad that the shifting itself is becoming scared of me... that the more i force myself shift, the more it'll drift further away from me.

:(

my life in this reality is so forked up and cooked, there's no hope left in me that the only thing i cling to rn is shifting. i see no future in this reality so i felt sad and dumbfounded when i saw that.

okay. come here. come closer. let me hold your face in my hands like a medieval painter about to do the most emotionally devastating oil portrait of all time. okay.

so. shifting is not running away. shifting is not clutching at straws. shifting is not a victorian child in a nightgown, staring out a rain-streaked window whispering please, god, take me away from here. shifting is a cool girl. shifting is effortless. shifting is audrey hepburn in a café, stirring her espresso. shifting is a sleek black cat stretching out on a velvet couch. you are not scaring shifting away, but you are gripping it by the collar and shaking it like you’re a stockbroker on wall street. and that’s not the move.

desperation is loud. shifting is quiet. you need to romance it. you need to be like oh, shifting????? yeah, i shift all the time. whatever. anyway, did you know that in plato’s allegory of the cave, the shadows on the wall weren’t even the realest real???? shifting is basically just turning around. you need to be so chill about shifting that it gets jealous and comes crawling back like an ex who just saw you thriving on instagram.

also. and i mean this so gently, with my hands still on your cute face. your current reality is not a prison cell. your current reality is a girl in a bad outfit. fixable. you can shift, yes, but you can also fix this one. you have so much more power than you think you do. i say this as someone who has shifted a thousand times. shifting is a tool. you you are the artist.

now go. go be effortlessly nonchalant. go make shifting obsessed with you. go drink a little hot chocolate and be so at peace with yourself that the universe has no choice but to give you exactly what you want. mwah.

[puttersmile]

Heart & Sol Month Days 4 & 14

Prompts are "Trouble" and "Rescue"

I admit this is an old AU related oneshot that I never finished but decided to dust off and finish for this art challenge. So there is an OC in here I have yet to introduce! Inspired by some nostalgic Friendship is Magic type vibes.

Night of the Mini-Huggies

Bobby Bearhug and Dogday sat in the cozy lounging area of Bears & Biscuits, the low hum of the bakery’s hanging lights casting a golden glow over the room. The warmth of the ovens in the back still lingered in the air.  It was a quiet comfortable evening shared between friends. Dogday leaned back in his chair, trying to hold back a grin  as he recounted his latest adventures as a park ranger.

“I swear, those Twiggies are getting bolder every season,” he said, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “One minute, they’re just dangling from branches, pretending to mind their own business, and the next thing you know, they’ve made off with my entire sandwich stash!”

Bobby smirked, her arms crossed as she leaned forward. “Sounds like they’ve figured out you’re an easy mark. I mean, you’ve probably handed them a sandwich with a bow on it.”

“Hey now,” Dogday shot back, laughing as he nudged her arm. “I might be generous, but they’re clever. I caught one of them stashing my sandwich in a hollow tree. It looked at me with those shiny little button eyes, like it was daring me to take it back. But I don’t blame them,” he paused to take a bite out of a cinnamon roll he’d been munching on.

“Even out in Glowshade, your bread’s got a reputation. You’re a legend among campers and Twiggies alike.”

A soft blush rose to Bobby’s cheeks, and she glanced away, fiddling with the edge of her sweater. “Business has been good lately,” she said, her voice thoughtful. “I’ve been thinking about adding something new to the menu. Maybe savory pies—something warm and filling for those who stop by later in the day.”

She looked back at him, her expression curious. “What do you think? Something hearty…lliiike…”

Before Bobby could finish, a sudden scraping noise interrupted their conversation. It wasn’t loud, but it cut through the stillness like fingernails on glass. Bobby’s brows furrowed, her warm expression shifting to the display window.

“Did you hear that?” she asked softly, her grip tightening on her teacup.

A sudden darkness fell over the room. The lights in the bakery flickered, then went out entirely, leaving them in near complete darkness.

“Oh… that’s odd,” Bobby murmured, glancing around. “I’ll get the flashlight.”

As she turned to search for a light source, Dogday felt an uncomfortable chill creep up his spine. He moved to the window, peering out into the now completely darkened street. 

Across the way, he thought he caught a glimpse of movement—a shadow shifting unnaturally across the roof of The Leaf and Bean. Then another flicker of motion, this time on the building opposite, Bright & Shine Laundry. Something thin and gangly skittered in and out of sight. He squinted, his eyes adjusting to the faint glow. Some of the streetlamps were still on but even their light was dim, barely catching the glint of large, round eyes staring back.

A soft scratching sound grew louder, filling the silence.

“Uh… Bobby,” Dogday’s voice was low. He could barely hold back a growl. “We’ve got… something outside.”

Bobby joined him at the window with a flashlight, her breath hitching when she saw the creatures. Five or six of them now, all with large, unblinking eyes and bright red lips that stretched into unnatural grins. Their  teeth, sharp but not large, glinted like needles under the starlight..

“What… what are they?!” Bobby asked, her voice a mixture of disbelief and rising fear.

But before Dogday could answer, a loud crash shattered the silence. The front display window erupted inward as a tall figure hurled itself through the glass, landing with a rupturing thud. Cakes and pies spilled and splattered. Bobby’s scream tore through the air as she stumbled back, the flashlight clattering to the floor.

“Run!” Dogday shouted, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the back of the bakery as more of the creatures scrambled through the broken window with eerie giggles. They could hear the things tearing through the shop, overturning tables and scattering chairs to pieces as they closed in, relentless laughter echoing through the darkness.

Dogday and Bobby sprinted through the kitchen chased by an explosive cloud of flour and spices.  The sound of furniture crashing behind them as the creatures closed the distance, giggling and clawing through Bobby’s carefully arranged kitchen. Red lips pulled into grins as everything that wasn’t bolted down, crashed to the floor.

Dogday pushed open the back exit, but as they stepped out, one of them appeared from the shadows. It watched  the pair with intense dilated interest. Bobby raised a rolling pin she had managed to grab before the exit door had clicked shut behind them. 

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice fearful yet firm.  Teeth flashing, it  ignored her and leapt for Dogday. But  Bobby got in front, raising her rolling pin and swinging it with all her strength, the impact sending the creature reeling back.

Another one slipped past, its sharp teeth sank into her leg. Bobby shouted in pain, but Dogday was there in an instant. 

“Get off of her!”  He’d grabbed a knife, and he slashed the creature off her. With a desperate kick, he sent it tumbling away. There wasn’t even time to check her injury, as the small horde of monsters started beating at the door their backs were pressed to.

Think Dogday. Think!  

The alley had a few dimmed lights hanging along the edges, the creatures avoided them as best they could as they skittered around towards them. And when Bobby had raised the flashlight to the glass, for a split second they had scattered.

“Head for the streetlights, Bobby! They don’t like the light!”

They staggered into the open street, bathed in the dim light of an old lamppost. 

It was just bright enough.  

For a moment, it felt like safety, but the creatures circled around, playing with the idea, lingering at the edges of the light, their wide eyes reflecting in the dark as they watched, waiting.

Just as the Mini Huggies began to advance, two beams of strong, white light cut through the night, forcing the creatures back with startled screeches.

“Back! Back off, you creeps.” A low gravelly voice hissed across the courtyard.

The gangly monsters scattered as Catnap trudged forward, holding a heavy-duty flashlight in one hand, the other stuffed into the pocket of his oversized hoodie. His intense angry  gaze followed the creatures as they retreated.

Beside him stood a small lion critter, chin high like she ruled the night. Deep blue fur, a wild mane glowing turquoise and violet, and a fancy coat covered in strange, shimmering symbols. Too big on her, but she wore it like she was ten feet tall. Dogday and Bobby Bearhug blinked in astonishment.

"Princess Aurory?!"

“Yeah, you better run!” Princess Aurory declared, flicking her tufted tail. “You DARE creep into my kingdom? FOOLS!”

She stomped a foot dramatically, her eyes glowing with a hint of royal pride.

The creatures hissed, their shadows curling away from the glow of the streetlamp.

Catnap’s tail twitched as he  watched them slink off, then he yawned.

“Y’all alright?” he asked, rubbing one eye as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

Bobby, still catching her breath, leaned on Dogday, nodding as relief washed over her.

“Thanks to you two. Those… things just came out of nowhere!”

Catnap muttered, sweeping the flashlight beam across the street, making sure they were gone. “Let's get to the hospital while they’re gone.

“Thankyou, Catnap.” Dogday looked at Princess Aurory, gratitude in his eyes. “Couldn’t have been better timing.”

Aurory puffed up proudly, swishing her fluffy tail.

“Well, OBVIOUSLY. A true princess is NEVER late—” she turned, dramatically tossing her thick mane “—she arrives precisely when she means to.”

Catnap sighed. “She heard me mention a ‘rescue mission’ and wouldn’t let me leave without her.”

Princess Aurory huffed. “And a GOOD THING I CAME!”

Her proud stance faltered, though, as her eyes landed on the shattered bakery window. The glow of her fur dimmed slightly.

“Third time in a month,” Catnap murmured, voice dropping. His sleepy gaze met Dogday’s with quiet conviction.

“They’re hunting for something.”

Dogday and Bobby exchanged a glance, both of them feeling the weight of his words.

“Or someone,” Dogday muttered. “But all I care about right now is Bobby and her leg.”

He shifted more of her weight onto himself, even though she protested.

“I’m fine, Dogday, it didn’t bite deep.”

“It bit you, Bobby. I don’t want you to get rabies. Or whatever it might have been carrying!”

“Car’s this way.” Catnap ushered them to where his old beat up car was parked.

And this time, Bobby didn’t argue.

End.

Note: Twiggies are like little clockwork squirrels.

[sylusonychinus]

I absolutely adore It’s Okay If You Forget Me. I was wondering if you could write a similar concept with Caleb where the reader isn’t the MC.

Loosing my head

Pairings: Caleb x Reader

warning: Angst Good luck readers

What did I say? What did I do? I can feel it in my chest—the weight of it all pressing down on me. My thoughts are tangled up in knots, every word we’ve said, every look exchanged, echoing in my mind. This isn't how it was supposed to be. It never was.

I watch you from across the room, your back to me. The silence between us is suffocating, a thick fog I can’t break through. There was a time when this room, this space, felt like our own world. When I could look into your eyes and feel the fire that burned between us—when nothing else mattered.

Just yesterday, you said, your smile a light in the dark. We were laughing, sharing quiet moments, everything so effortless. I remember how your hand brushed mine, and for a moment, everything felt... perfect.

I wasn’t always good at this. Relationships were never something I was taught to navigate. But with you, it felt different. You made me feel like I could be someone better. Like, maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t a lost cause. The way you cared for me—it was something I never thought I deserved. And I let myself fall for you. Completely.

But now? Now, all I feel is distance. And it’s killing me.

I close my eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they're relentless.

I remember that night. The first time I saw you after everything started changing. We were sitting at that café, the sun setting just right, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple.

“I’m not sure about this anymore, Caleb.” Your voice was so small, so unsure, that it sent a chill straight through me. It was like the world had shifted beneath us, and neither of us had noticed until it was too late.

��What do you mean?” I’d asked, panic rising in my chest. I didn’t know what I was afraid of—the possibility of losing you or the reality of it all hitting me.

You didn’t answer right away, and when you finally did, it was with a softness that made my stomach drop. “I think... I think we’re not moving in the same direction anymore.”

Those words—they still echo. Not because of what you said, but because I couldn't hear it. I didn’t want to hear it.

“We can fix this,” I’d pleaded, desperate, my voice rising a little louder than I intended. “We just need to talk. We can work through it.”

But you shook your head, eyes filled with something I couldn’t touch anymore. “I don’t know, Caleb. I don’t know if I can anymore.”

Now, all I can feel is the aftermath. The way we’ve been spinning in circles, trying to hold onto something that’s already slipping through our fingers. You take me so high, only for us to fall, again and again. And each time, it feels like we’re getting farther apart.

I take a shaky breath. Every day feels like we’re just falling. Falling from some kind of high that I can’t even remember anymore. What happened to the love we used to have? The kind of love that made everything else fade away. I want that back. I need that back.

But I don’t know how to stop this free-fall. How do we fix something that's been broken for so long, when every word we say seems to push us further into the dark?

You’re still standing there, distant, and the ache in my chest grows. I could reach for you, but what if it’s already too late? What if everything we’ve fought for is already gone? What if I lost you the moment I stopped listening, the moment I thought things would just magically fall into place?

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, though I don’t know if I’m apologizing to you or to myself. The words feel too small for everything we’ve gone through. But I don’t know what else to say.

You don’t answer, but I feel the weight of your silence settle over me like a heavy blanket. And I’m left standing here, in the cold, holding on to nothing but the memory of the way we used to be.

a/n: i tried to make it really angsty :33 also some of this may come from personal experience

[captaincrazycreative]

Litteraly everyone in this podcast knows WAY more than they're letting on and it's driving me insane

[sysig]

Dr. “Has to get a good grade in therapy” Doran (Patreon)

[puppppppppy]

what if i snapped and made an oc carrd

[halfbaked00q]

#YES!!!! #honestly i was oversimplfying in the other post because i was hurrying to get it out before the train left the station and i lost wifi lolol #really my answer is more nuanced in that they are BOTH some flavor of dog all the time (bond is a dog who likes having orders and q is a #dog who has Something to Protect etc etc) #and sometimes they're both doing that and it's chill and sometimes bond is the cheetah and i Do think there are occasions on which q is #the cheetah. but it's a strange twisted up backwards sort of way #like hmm. how to describe the very specific vibe i have in my head #situation i was thinking of is specifically q has been Livestock Dog all day and in lots of different directions #because that's the thing right with q he has his flock but they're all over the world usually (q branch is also His but they're easier #because they're physically nearby as opposed to the agents that are out in th world in active danger) #and this stresses him tf out because he wants to be able to protect all of them and the nature of the job is #that he can't but he's Trying to in as many directions as he can #and i think in that specific flavor of situation bond would be the dog to his cheetah but with the added layer that bond is very much His #dog the whole time. and it works mostly by dint of bond's presence being calming in that Look Here's One (Your Favorite One) #He's Yours And He's Safe. take a breath and eat something and maybe delegate #i also enjoy q best when he us very in control of everything i just also enjoy it when this is simultaneously the source of problems for him #when situations appear in which it would be best for him to give the control up a little and he can't make himself do it because what if #something happens to his flock yknow #and in those situations bond would be the calming dog not in an in control calm dommy sort of way but in the exact other way. the subbiest #possible way. the look i'm here i'm doing well i'm yours put your teeth and your hands to my throat if you'd like sort of way #am i explaining this coherently? fuck if i know. i was napping two minutes ago and half of my brain still is (via @weidli)

No I think I get you lol it’s the like.. they are each others’ safe harbor/Home-ism of it all. Like one can’t be On all the time, they need a safe place to decompress & relax. (For me tho I personally like it more when the flavor is Q relaxes by being able to Take Care of Bond vs the like “he’s in control all the time so he needs to give up control to relax” – cuz like that’s not automatically true for everyone and also for me I think Q knows he isn’t in control all the time/he can’t control anything (if nothing else he got a Very Real lesson of that in Skyfall), whereas Bond is the one who almost compulsively HAS to be On all the time cuz if he isn’t On all the time in the field He Will Die. So being able to let go of control is more of a foreign concept to him and also a novelty and a marvel.)

But I do like the idea of Bond being a form of outlet for Q, it’s like… there’s so many variables out in the wild he can’t control, but with Bond this is a very tangible thing he can do. It’s like the idea of you may not be able to help the whole world, but you can help one person – or maybe like, you can’t adopt all of the dogs in need of a good home in the world, but you can make all of the difference to This One Specific Dog :P

But no I agree of like. Bond also being a calming/centering/grounding presence for Q in the like. Look, you are making a difference. You mean something – everything, even – to me. And it’s making all of the difference in the world.

(but yeah lmao also to expound on this even if idk if anyone actually wants me to- The reason I personally don’t favor Q as cheetah-coded is cuz I feel like cheetah-coding is like, Neuroses & Ambiguous Disorder-coding and I think if either of them is the Neurotic one, it’s Bond with all of his Ambiguous (and Unambiguous but Resolutely Undefined - if he doesn't Look At Them then surely they can't see him) Disorders. also Q gets assigned The Neurotic One a lot in fanon and I’m like, let’s shake it up, let Bond be the manic pixie dream girl disaster nightmare and Q be the Well Adjusted One (well, yk, the As Well Adjusted As One Working at MI6 Can Be one). Feels like very often even if they're like Q's just a normal guy he almost compulsively gets assigned a host of insecurities and etc. idk man he's kind of silly but I don't think this means he HAS to have a fundamental unsurety about himself. Let him be Confident perhaps even too much so but like clearly that's been/being tempered by Experience. Make his flaw be hubris not insecurity. Which is like not to say he doesn't also need gentleness & comfort & care & reassurance like I agreee I think as much as Bond can get a lot from Q, Q can get a lot from Bond. But yeah in more of a like. Yes even if I can't save the whole world, I can at least save him kind of way- which I think is what ur kind of getting at too maybe? <3)

meanwhile, Iiiii am marinating on the idea of Bond getting a handcrafted leather collar from Q (lovingly handcrafted, of course, by Q). it would be soooo good for him, it'd be like having Q's hand at his throat and on his nape all the time. it'd be a tangible sign that Q wants him and more importantly, wants to keep him. it would keep him soooo anchored and centered and grounded. it would be so so good for him and he would love it so much

[icewindandboringhorror]

Hrmm... Revising my game and I feel like there's still sooo much writing left to do, for something that probably won't even amount to much, so.. I do want to narrow my focus more (especially given my health problems seeming to get worse/less energy the past few years), but I'm not sure how would be best to...

I currently have 5 characters as the Main ones with full planned questlines and such, with each character having 6 quests you can do for them. But I haven't really started the writing for the 5th main character. So then I was thinking, if I were going to write 6 full quests worth of content anyway... is it better to allocate that time on just doing a Complete 6 Quests for ONE single character, OR would it be better to do something like.. choose THREE side characters and do 2 quests for each of them? So that people have a wider variety to interact with and sort of sample around (of course with the idea that, once the first version of the game is released, IF people actually care about it enough to make it worth the effort, I would then add additional content to complete those 3 characters stories as well)

-

SO... If you were playing an interactive fiction sort of game centered around talking to & doing quests for a cast of characters (like there's no larger plot, more it's just about interacting with people, every character kind of has a self contained story, the focus is just learning about them and the world and exploring the area) --- Which would you rather have?

(and of course it would be stated up front which characters have only partial questlines, so people don't expect them to have full quests like the others and then get disappointed, or etc. etc.)

Basically, is it better to just focus in specifically on having one fully complete questline? Or for there to be a few stories that are not complete yet, but have more initial options available?

[scalproie]

Domesticated Post-Tekken 2 Era Kazuya is my favorite to think about because this would be so good for him and everyone else but he would have an absolutely miserable time during it

[mars-ipan]

i miss weed

[butnobodycame627]

bad day today but hopefully this'll be the worst of it and it'll go away soon -v-