#waffle sweep

[scarlettcryptid]

there is a gap in the breakfast food counter top market. the people want this trust me

they shoild invent a countertop that is a waffle. i mean pancake

[emeraldbabygirl]

Can’t believe the rampage went from dancing inside woman to dancing on top oF RETRO ASS FUCKING CARS HOW DARE THEY STEP ON THEM AND LEAVE SCUFF MARKS ON THE HOOD AND ROOF DO THEY NOT UNDERSTAND THE ARTS OF VINTAGE CARS DO THEY NOT UNDERSTAND THEY COULD RUIN THE CARS HOW DARE THEY MEN AINT SHIT AND SHOULD BE BANNED

[uncanny-tranny]

hi there! im the anon who isnt happy with his surgery results. i wanna thank you for everything that u said! my friends are very supportive but ive only been able to open up to three ppl about my disappointment and none of them have your level of understanding (not blaming them just stating facts) i think ive been feeling guilty over all of this, which makes it worse. like im supposed to be happy but im not. now that ive accepted it, i have to work on a way to be okay until november. thank u sm!

I'm so glad to hear from you again! It's really disappointing that there's this expectation that trans people must perform happiness for others in our transition... it isn't right or fair or realistic. I don't know what your life is like personally, but I am confident you will be able to get through this. You are stronger than you know, you are more worthy than you may realize <3

[oceanlandworld]

*yes ships and irons is a compilation but i'm counting it because i like it

[afreakingdork]

HAPPY DIWALI EVERYONE!!!!!

Day 4 Dressing Up - Punjabi

Prompt for the @tmnt-ocxcanon-comp

You know the drill....

Vote for Hassan and Mikey right here

Hassan is an indian man so naturally @morning-sun-brah and I NEEDED to put them into a punjabi or sometimes panjabi (from my limited knowledge off wikipedia)

Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

[shomatoriashi]

01/10/25; 06:36pm

sylus x fem.reader

notes: writing this as a reminder on how much i still love sylus, while at the same time in celebration of @voidsylus’s return (⺣◡⺣)♡

obligatory tags: @voidsylus | @milkandstarlight

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

thinking about how sylus absolutely spoils you on your day off…

mornings would start off with breakfast in bed, with sylus making all of your favorites. from waffles topped with whipped cream and strawberries to fluffy omelettes and a good portion of bacon. he would hand feed you this scrumptious meal while licking away any lingering crumbs settled on the corner of your lips with a smirk on his face.

“sy, don’t you think you’re going a little too far? after all, i’m perfectly capable of feeding myself.”

you bask in his deep chuckles, allowing him to press a kiss against your forehead before telling you, “i know that, but there’s no way i’ll allow my love to lift a finger, not when i’m here to serve you.”

basking in the sounds of your laughter, sylus continues to feed you breakfast, making sure you ate every last morsel before setting the empty tray off to the side. your curious gaze lands on him, wondering what he was planning when you felt his arms wrap around your waist before picking you up bridal style. given no choice but to cling to him, you lovingly nuzzle the tip of your nose against his defined cheekbones. “what? you’re not letting me walk either?”

“you won’t ever have to take a single step as long as i’m here, little dove.”

with your giggles echoing throughout the room, you watch as sylus brings you into your shared bathroom, shutting the door while turning the lock. curiosity paints your expression, but you remain silent even as sylus places you back on the marble floors. a reverent caress was felt on your skin the moment the back of his hand does a gentle sweep across your cheek, admiring the soft look in your eyes for a brief moment before allowing his hands to descend upon you.

deft fingers slowly peel away at your clothes, making goosebumps erupt all across your skin as the fabric of your shirt falls to the ground. you were left in your panties, feeling your nipples harden in response as sylus gently cups at them within the palm of his hand.

“beautiful.” was all he manages to say, lightly pinching at the hardened bud as you felt your breathing hitch in response. a devilish smirk was seen on his face when he releases you from his grip, kneeling down to help you step out of your panties as he pulls the flimsy fabric off of you. with your mouth going dry, you use sylus’s broad shoulder for support, allowing your panties to pool against your ankles while hearing the way your lover lets out a low hiss at the sight. he tosses the panties aside before standing back to his full height, taking off his dark shirt and boxers at the same time.

your mouth waters at the sight of his erection settled between his legs, shivering when sylus lets out another rich chuckle before framing your face with one hand. “my eyes are up here, darling.”

forced to meet his gaze, you purposely lick at your lips, watching as the hunger flashes within his gaze. “what a naughty little dove you are.”

gripping at the back of your thighs, he picks up your bare form and holds you against him, your breathing turning labored when you felt the tip of his cock brush against your inner thighs. stepping into the shower, he closes the frosty, glass door, turning on the shower faucet while standing beneath the spray. he shields you from the momentary coldness of the waters with his broad back, smirking down at you while pressing your naked body against the wall.

his husky voice whispers your name, catching your attention as he uses the pad of his thumb to trace at your bottom lip. “do you know why i fed you so well?”

a playful grin spreads across your features, “hm, i have a few guesses… but why don’t you tell me?”

shaking his head, you felt the moisture pool between your legs at the sight of water dripping down his gorgeous body, making his muscles glisten from beneath the intimate lighting, “instead of telling you with words, why don’t i show you?”

you sharply inhale when sylus kneels down in front of you, slotting himself between your legs. spreading your thighs even further for him, you felt the heat blossoming within your veins at being left so open for him. “look at you, so pretty and wet for me.”

“it could be because of the shower- ah!” you arch your back against the shower wall when he pushes a thick finger inside of your heat, pumping it in and out of you before setting a steady pace. “hn, i don’t think it’s because of the shower, sweetie. i think this is all you.” further wishing to embarrass you, sylus leans even closer to your aching cunt, greedily breathing in your scent while letting out a shudder, “that scent is unmistakably you, little dove.”

with his fingers still drawing out your honeyed sweetness, your hands automatically delve into his strands of hair when he presses his lips against your slick folds, tongue tracing at your outer lips before diving into you. his ministrations against your body succeeds in making you cry out to him, your moans echoing throughout the bathroom as you cling to him for dear life.

the constant pumping motions his fingers set coupled along with the sounds of his mouth eagerly drinking up everything you had to offer was becoming too much for you as your back arches against the wall, releasing yourself into his awaiting mouth. his groans were felt vibrating against you as your thighs locked him in place, too drunk off of the pleasure to even think clearly.

“mmph, you taste so fucking good, sweetie. i can’t get enough of you.” feeling him lick one last strip up your sensitive core, sylus stands back to his full height. you nearly fell to the ground had it not been for sylus’s arm wrapped around your waist. “jump, little dove.”

giving him a weak nod, you manage to jump back into his arms, with sylus pinning you against the wall with his hands gripping at the back of your thighs. you shiver, hands automatically wrapping themselves around his neck as the tip of his cock traces at your slick folds.

“are you ready for me, love?”

giving him a series of eager nods, you cling to him, letting out a loud moan the moment sylus pushes himself into you. once you felt every inch of him sheathed inside of you did he begin to set a rapid pace. your breasts bounce in tune to his passionate movements. pressing his face against the base of your throat, you feel the way his tongue laps away at the droplets of water from your skin, the sensual touch increasing your pleasure by a tenfold.

feeling greedy while filled with a need to reach your climax, you wrap your legs around his waist, trapping sylus against you as his cock hits you at an even deeper angle. your nails rake down his muscular back, earning a hiss from sylus as his thrusts seemed to stutter in response to the sudden pain.

“ngh… you’re getting pretty feisty, sweetie.” he tells you with a chuckle before biting down against your skin, “and i must say, i quite like it.”

his words were enough to make your walls clench around him, releasing yourself with a loud moan as you felt your warm juices escaping from you and down into the length of his cock. a low hiss comes out of sylus as well when he gives you a few more thrusts before completely stilling his hips, filling you up with his cum.

you let out a content purr, weakly pressing chaste kisses against the side of his face. you hear sylus’s chuckle once more before gently gripping at your thighs, slowly pulling out of you before carrying you toward the shower spray.

the hot water manages to soothe your aching muscles, with your moans still echoing in the shower stall when sylus slowly began washing your hair. as he lathers the shampoo within those tresses, he makes sure to massage and scratch at your scalp. “ahhh, this feels so good.”

while sylus continues washing your hair, he presses a series of kisses against your shoulders, “that’s the whole point, little dove.”

you spend at least an extra hour beneath the shower spray, with sylus making sure you were thoroughly cleaned before shutting off the water and carrying you out of the shower stall. after drying both of your forms, sylus helps you put on your robe while doing the same, pressing another kiss against your damp hair before unlocking the bathroom.

once you came back to your shared bedroom, you were immediately hit with the scent of your favorite takeout, seeing it already laid out on a cart for you. your wide eyes meet with sylus’s smug expression when he takes a hold of your hand and presses a kiss at the back of it, “i told you that i would spend the entire day spoiling you, right? i had luke and kieran pick this up for us since i figured you’d be… famished after our rigorous exercise.”

heat was felt against your cheeks once more, but even when you gave his chest a playful punch-

you still accepted his kiss when he captures your lips.

end notes: i’m afraid i had to write something for sylus to remind myself that im still his girl even after the caleb reveal 😭🙌🏻 currently unedited, but it looks decent enough to me 🙂‍↕️

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[twilightakiishi]

FEED ON MY DESPERATION — C. TAKIISHI

cw: fluff. gn! reader. mention of sex but no sex. implied poly with endochika. synopsis: what romance looks like with takiishi; the first kiss you share and how he's grown fond of you without you really knowing. wc: 1.1k.

chika takiishi takes your breath away in the most mundane of moments. he doesn’t really understand it. 

when you’re standing near him and you catch a glimpse of the way the light reflects off his cheekbone and the curve of his upper lip, you get a quick side eye from him. he huffs under your stare that bores into him out of his peripheral. 

you just don’t look away. so he meets your gaze, expectantly. what do you want. 

a smile twitches at the corner of your lips. he’s learned to communicate more softly with you— still in a way that caters to someone who doesn’t care much for speaking, but with a newfound curiosity. it’s his own selfish desire to know why you are intrigued by him. interest is interest, you think. take it or leave it. 

slowly, you lift a hand to his jaw. his eyes follow it carefully, staying locked onto it for a few moments before his brow twitches, unsettling gaze once again falling on yours. 

your eyes flicker between his to gauge his reaction— chika isn’t so used to random displays of affection. it’s surprising that he even allows you to share his space. the last thing you want is to scare him off, and that means doing everything thoughtfully. however, sometimes, in an effort to give him time to adjust to something, you end up being brushed off by his impatience. 

a tense of his jaw and a twitch of his brow, and he’s turning his head, returning his attention to the broken clasp of his earring endo told him to stop touching an hour ago. (he breaks things in his impatience, whether he’s trying or not. it’s the reason it broke and the reason he can’t fix it.)

a lot of your relationship with takiishi is hit or miss. you are learning him as he is learning you. there is bound to be rejection. so you sigh, returning to your side of the couch and picking up your book, as both of you sit in each other’s company. it’s enough. 

the next morning, endo sweeps into the kitchen to say goodbye before heading to the gym. takiishi watches curiously from behind the counter as you reach out to pull endo’s face down to your level, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. you feel eyes burning into you as endo giggles, pulling away to give you a proper kiss. 

takiishi’s eye twitches, unbeknownst to you as he chews his waffle. he notices that the way you held his jaw the afternoon before is the exact way you hold endo now, but you waited much less time to lean in. as soon as endo is out the door, he pipes up. 

“you wanted to kiss me yesterday.”

you turn to face him. “i did.”

“you hesitated.”

“i wasn’t sure you would be comfortable with it.”

he blinks. “we have sex.”

you stifle a laugh. he isn’t intending to make a joke, and it’s all the more amusing to you. 

“yes, but a kiss is a different type of intimacy that i know you aren’t accustomed to. endo craves that kind of attention, so i don’t hesitate with him.”

he stares at you as he takes another bite. you can see the gears turning in his brain as he chews again. you sip your coffee and stare back, leaning against the counter as you wait for his response. it may never come. you know this. 

and then he stands, tendrils of hair swinging as he moves. the light streaming in from the kitchen window sets him aglow, little particles of dust in the air rising like embers around his figure. in two short strides, he’s in front of you, a lock of red and yellow loosely falling over his shoulder as he leans in.

his lips are syrup sweet and enticing, encouraging your tongue to glide over his bottom lip. you don’t see the way his own hand hesitates to come up to your jaw, but it does. with much less gentleness than you, but what matters is that it does. 

takiishi’s been mimicking you, you’ve noticed. in the way that a robot or an alien would collect data, he copies; tries to understand by following your lead before he decides it’s not exactly his style. so his fingertips trail down until his palm wraps around the base of your throat, thumb resting in the dip of your collarbone. you’re warm where his other fingers rest over your pulse, and he squeezes ever so slightly. 

chika’s found that his favorite part of physical affection is the feeling of another being alive. the sound of a beating heart, warm panted breaths, the steady thrum of pulse points scattered around your body. he especially enjoys when he is the source of these bodily responses, but he’s still getting used to you being the cause of them for him. 

he remembers the way it felt the first time his heart beat for you. 

his body betrayed him— gut writhing and skin broken out into goosebumps under a gaze with intensity that could rival his own. 

the day will never come that he’d admit it, and it took months for him to accept what it was. but it’s why he never kicks you out when you show up, lets you sit a few feet away from him while you both do your own thing. it’s why he even seeks you out on days that endo drives him up a wall— your presence is peaceful, comforting, welcomed. 

you’ve communicated so much to him without words, learning the complexities of him day by day. like the way you’re touching him now, the way you’ve discovered he likes— hands gently pressed to his lower back, because he feels caged in with arms around his neck and the distance between your bodies with a hand to his chest irks him. 

you nip at his bottom lip, sweet and sticky, remembering the way he recoiled the first time you ever tried it. the memory of his expression– completely bewildered, defenses up– flashes in your mind, and you can’t help but smile. the two of you have come so far since then; sharing a random kiss in the middle of the kitchen for the first time, partly initiated by chika. 

the thought increases your heart rate, and he notices the instant your breath grows more shallow. his calloused hand moves down to sweep over your chest, stilling at the sensation he’s grown so fond of. takiishi pulls back, taking in the way you pant through parted, glistening lips. 

“just do what you want.” like you always have. his hair covers his face when he turns away, murmuring his own declaration of love, “I don’t mind.”

dividers by cafekitsune ! <3

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Can You Please Be Mine? Part 1: Carousel Lights and Dreamy Brown Eyes✨

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A/N: This idea came out of absolutely nowhere when I was driving home from work, so I ran home to write it 🤭 As always, let me hear those thoughts and please reblog if you enjoyed 🩷 The song “Better Run” by Nasty Cherry created this sweet delusion ✨

Summary: It’s a hot summer’s day in Austin, and you’re cooling off by having a cold ice cream cone while riding the carousel at the fair. You see a handsome, older man that you think is just the hottest man you’ve ever seen, and you just wonder what it’d be like if he took you home with him.

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem! reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY MDNI)

Tags: Allusions to smut, describing how hot Joel Miller is, flirting, pining, this is written in both reader’s view and Joel’s POV, reader is in her early 20’s and Joel is in his late 40’s

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The Austin heat swelters down on you, its hot rays of heat melting your vanilla ice cream cone as you lick at the edges of the tasty treat. The metal seat of the colorful carousel sticks to your tanned skin as the denim shorts ride up your sticky thighs coated in sweat.

As the carousel starts up, you see the thick crowds of people filling the streets start to blur, your stomach twisting in knots as the laughter between you and your friends from college echoes around the spinning ride. You can’t remember the last time you’d been on a carousel, so you relax and unwind as the ride goes up and down slowly.

The wind blows through your windswept locks, the shine of your lip gloss coating your glittery lips as you take another bite from the delicious ice cream cone that sits in your hand. One hand hugs the golden pole, the other grasps around the waffle cone as you lick more of the vanilla goodness into your mouth.

You feel the ride sweep you around, the motion soft and slow as it takes you back around to the waiting crowd. You smile freely as the wind blows through your long locks, tipping your head back as you spot a man that catches your eye in the colorful crowd.

Tall. He’s so very tall. Maybe over six feet tall. And his eyes. Glossy brown pools that are surely made of pure honey as they draw you in. Dazed and completely infatuated. Eyes that could make you lovesick with desire.

You catch his eye, watching the way his thick eyebrows furrow together as they meet yours. A blank stare, but full of curiosity and wonder as he stares back at you intrigued. You see him shake his head and look down at the concrete ground, but it doesn’t take him long to look back up in your direction discreetly as those melted pools of honey find yours again.

You giggle to yourself and readjust your position as you lean forward and brace yourself against the golden pole, fingers digging into the hot metal as you clench your thighs against the warm seat. Excitement stirs inside your entire body, butterflies flitting low in your stomach as you bite your lower lip and snicker.

He’s so fucking hot.

When the carousel circles back around, you find him staring again, caught red handed with his thick fingers digging into the pockets of his dark washed jeans. He’s so broad, so muscular as the denim button-up sits clinging against tanned skin. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing thick, cascading veins that carry down to his large, overwhelming hands. They look like hands that could hold you tight, fingers that could sink deep into you as he curls them up one at a time in between the slick of your folds.

You look away as crimson heat fills your cheeks, taking another lick of your melting ice cream as if that’ll cool off the rush of warmth that’s filling the inside of your thighs. Your mind wanders to dark places, filling your head with visions of what it’d be like for his head to be between your thighs, his rough tongue sliding against your heat as you grab a fistful of those tousled curls and moan his name blissfully.

You can see it now, how absolutely massive his cock must be inside those tight jeans of his. You wonder what it’s like to go down on him as he bobs your head up and down his length, calling you good girl as he watches the drool lap around your needy mouth, wonder how he must taste of salty sweetness that slides down your throat willingly.

You think he must make you so full as he drives his thick cock in and out of your slick center as he licks into the heat of your mouth and moans just the right amount as he stills and coats you in ropes of come when he’s finished fucking you nice and deep. You know he’d be so good to you, if only you could have just one taste.

The carousel spins again in slow motion as the soft music fills your ears. You see his brows knit together as a smug look coats his face, his salt-and-pepper beard shaded from the sun as he stands at an angle in the crowd, ticking his jaw just a tad as he meets your stare again. He’s intrigued, that much you know.

As the carousel spins in a continuous circle with the seat moving up and down in slow movements, you visualize this is how you’ll look riding him. Your head tilted back, your eyes half closed, your glossy lips puffy from his mouth devouring you as his tongue licks against your needy mouth, your thighs clenched tight around his large waist as you moan his name over and over again. He must feel like a god inside you because his sly smirk and dark brown eyes scream for you to come play. And you want to. God, you want to.

He’s conflicted, torn between looking away and staring at the beauty that sits in front of him, licking your melting ice cream and smiling flirtatiously at him from the moving carousel. He knows you’re younger, probably at least twenty years younger than he is. But that doesn’t stop him from staring at your tanned skin, denim shorts riding up dangerously short as he gulps down the desire to hook your legs over his shoulders as he spreads them wide and licks the slick that he knows is pooling inside your tiny shorts.

Another mischievous lick and it has his cock digging into the zipper of his jeans, the precum already spilling as he pictures you down on your knees, your lips pressed around his cock as your tongue laps up and down his slippery, long length that has your name written all over it. He can’t stand it, the desire that burns in his very being as his mind swirls with visions of you everywhere. You are all around him, spinning your web of lust as you pull him in. He wants you, so fucking badly.

He can feel the growing bulge in his jeans as he readjusts and shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, brows furrowing together as he grits his teeth together in frustration. He thinks you’d look so good splayed across the light blue sheets on his bed, legs spread wide so he could take in the shine of your glistening slick that coats your pussy. He thinks you must taste so good, thinks you smell like candy and vanilla as the scent tinges his insides. He thinks he can see you moaning his name with your legs wrapped tight around his back, thinks you’d look so fucking good while he rams his slick coated cock inside you over and over until he bottoms out and has you begging him for more.

He wants it, just as much as you want him. But he shouldn’t. He’s at the fair with his daughter Sarah. He should be paying attention to her, but yet his eyes are glued to you. Those smoldering, tempting eyes that he thinks are the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen in his entire life. He knows right then he’s fucked, royally fucked. You’ll fucking ruin him. He knows it.

As the dizzy delusions of you and him being a thing wrack your brain, you realize you just have to have him. You pry a pen from one of your friend’s purses and tear off a piece of the ice cream receipt paper and scribble your name and phone number down quickly before the ride comes to a complete halt.

You nearly bounce off the pink horse you just straddled, pulling your shorts down that hike up teasingly around your tanned thighs. You make your way quickly through the metal gates, finding the broad man standing just inches from your face as you see his thick eyebrow raise in curiosity, his jaw clenching as he flexes his fingers into a tight fist next to his denim jeans.

You gather every ounce of courage in your body to stride up to him, your shoulder brushing past him as you slip your fingers in between his, feeling the calloused fingers burn against your skin as you slip the piece of paper discreetly into the palm of his hand. You push your way through the thick crowd, smiling to yourself as you achieved exactly what you wanted to do.

When you turn back around, you gasp as you see his head turned toward you, honey eyes glazed over as his lips part open, the sheen of his sweat covered forehead slick as tousled curls stick to the tanned skin. He’s so fucking beautiful.

You take another mischievous lick of your vanilla ice cream as the sweet flavor runs down your throat. You see him gulp as he watches you, his eyes blowing wide as you smile flirtatiously and wink at him as you pull a strand of hair back behind your ear shyly.

You watch him another minute, getting lost in his honey eyes as he seems to be entranced by you. Before the ride attendant lets the next round of people on, he gives you a gorgeous crooked smile as a dimple pulls deep against the middle of his cheek. You think he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and you swear that deep chuckle that escapes his lips sounds like a choir of angels that sing just for you.

Before he turns to get on the ride with a girl you think is his daughter, he winks back at you and slips the folded piece of paper into his pocket as you nearly pass out from the playful wink he just gave you. When he turns his broad back against you and leads his daughter onto the ride, you nearly sink to your knees as butterflies fill the pit of your stomach.

He’s going to be the absolute death of you, you just know it.

As you turn to the whirlwind of loud crowds and busy rides, you think of dark eyes and broad shoulders. You knew you’d see him again. This was just the beginning of an exciting adventure. The adventure of you and him.

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[avispraeda]

I SWEAR I HAVEN'T GONE DARK IT'S JUST UH DAWNTRAIL GOOD (and also other irl-related stressors bogging things down) BUT THE NEXT CHAPTER IS ALMOST DONE!

You know, maybe it was a LITTLE foolish committing to a new project right before Dawntrail releases, huh...

[grlsinterrupted]

boys dont cry .. ☘︎ ݁˖ ⟢

patching up johnny | injured ! johnny cade x gn ! reader . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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the sun is blazing over tulsa, its heat practically searing you into a big ol’ pile of sweat as you wander the city’s outskirts. one hand is pocketed into your white shorts while the other is holding a waffle cone with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, not a care in the world except for how you were going to find your way back home. just as your tongue sweeps against your ice cream, your gaze meets the figure of what seems to be a rather skinny boy sleeping in the abandoned lot— his hair is tousled, greasy, and he looks fairly peaceful in his sleep despite the amount of bruises and cuts scattered along his skin.

you decide to explore further, curious as to who this boy in particular was and why he was there in the first place. it felt as if you were naturally drawn to this boy, your feet automatically moving towards his direction. something about him intrigued— the best way you could describe his features was that he looked like a stray puppy that’d been through hell and back.

as the distance between the two of you slowly closed, you finally were able to decipher who’s face this belonged to.

johnny cade, a member of the infamous curtis gang.

though he wasn’t as notorious as the other members of his gang, you were still advised by many to stay wary of him and and his entire circle. they were known for causing trouble all around tulsa, and especially for their rumbles with the socs over on the west side of town.

“‘scuse me, you okay?” you crouch down to johnny’s level, brushing a strand of his greased hair back to the side. you gently pat him awake, careful not to accidentally graze your hand against any of his bruises.

johnny lets out a low groan, slowly sitting up and wiping his eyes. he looks startled by the way you suddenly approached him out of nowhere. he hesitantly nods, pushing back his shaggy hair.

“i’m okay, just a few cuts here and there,” he mutters, his voice trembling with every word. his tone was woven with a sense of paranoia and fear.

you raise an eyebrow at his response, your eyes darting around each and every one of his scars. your gaze trails down the pocket of his jean jacket, the reflection of his switchblade glistening against the sunlight. johnny fidgets with his ring in an anxious matter, toying with the skull signet.

”you should come with me, i’ll get you all patched up.”

johnny huffs out a humorless chuckle. “no, i really don’t mean to bother you, it’s fi-“

“just come, it’s really no hassle,” you say as you offer his hand, your lips curled into a soft smile. he reluctantly takes your hand before you lift him up with ease.

johnny winces as you wrap the bandage over his arm. his entire body was tensed up— it seems as though he was never really treated with such care before in his life. your touch was gentle, every single movement made with intense caution.

“this too tight?” you asked, placing a pair of scissors between the bandage.

johnny shook his head. for the entirety of the time you spent patching him up, you noticed that he was completely silent and still, patiently waiting for your next move. you decide to break the silence between the two of you with a question.

“so, what happened to you? why’ve you got all these cuts?” it seems as though your question has intensified the tension in the air— it was kind of a personal question to ask, anyway. you clear your throat, cutting off the excess bandage.

“that was a stupid question to ask, you don’t have to ans-“ johnny cuts you off.

“my folks. got into a fight with them last night, so i just slept in the lot. didn’t feel like dealing with them, you know?” he trembled over his words, his voice slightly cracking. that was when you realized that he’d been holding back tears the entire time.

you gulp, nodding with your full attention and sympathy. you couldn’t imagine what life was like for a poor soul like johnny— he seemed frightened of his own shadow. your attention shifts back to mending his wounds. you hand him an ice pack, letting out a deep exhale as you stand up from the pavement. “leave this on the bruise on your forehead for a couple hours, okay?” johnny nods, standing up with you. you can sense the glint of conflict in his eyes, as if he’s trying to make up his mind about something. just before he makes his departure, he wraps his arms around you for a warm embrace.

“thank you,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. you can’t help but smile as his hold tightens, johnny’s tears seeping through the fabric of your shirt.

’i try to laugh about it, cover it all up with lies.. i try to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes ‘cause boys don’t cry’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

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[bedoballoons]

Ok I'm back since I'm no longer busy and was wondering if you could do a lyney,scaramouche,Xiao, kazuha and maybe tighnari with a giyuu or like a reader with a cryo vision that allows her to create life forms similar to alsa I guess and maybe where she has a pet that has like pyro abilities

Welcome back!!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this request done but I absolutely loved writing it and I hope you enjoy!!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Cryo vision~༺}

CW: Fluffy!

(Includes: Lyney, Tighnari, Xiao, Kazuha, and Scaramouche!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

"No no no! Wait!" You called out to your little pet, hurrying after the fire ball as it rolled along the beach of Fontaine, unbothered by your shouting and flailing. Just as you started to run out of breath, about to use your vision as a last resort, your pet jumped into Lyneys arms, licking his face all over while the magician laughed happily, "Well now, look who it is. Causing trouble for my beautiful partner again are we,...ah but alas you're to adorable to stay mad at." Lyney scratched under your pets chin, earning a happy little noise of approval.

You caught your breath, watching the whole scene unfold and holding back the urge to go, awwwwe. After their cute little moment your fire ball ran back to you, followed by Lyney who immediately pulled you in for a kiss, placing his hat atop your head while you giggled happily.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari watched the bird in front of him with amazement...it's entire body pale blue in colour and resembling that of a ice statue...yet it could move like a real bird...he'd never seen anything like it before. That is until you'd used your vision in combat, animals of a frozen nature springing forth into battle while he stood there in complete shock, slightly awestruck by the entire situation.

"And you've been able to do this ever since you received your vision?" His ears quirked in your direction, making you smile for no particular reason, "Yep...ever since I could use the powers of cryo I've been able to make animals of all shapes and sizes, and they stay until I say otherwise too." Tighnari nodded, very gently petting the bird while it chirped away in content, "Incredible..."

𑁍༄Xiao:

If you had told Xiao a couple hours ago that he'd be using a large ice bear as a ride because of a injury he had sustained during a fight over your pet fire ball...he would have turned away from you and acted like you were insane, but now here he was, laying back against the freezing pale blue exterior of bear while you held your traumatized pet in your arms like a poor little baby. The entire two hours before this feeling like something out of a strange storybook.

"You know...when you said you were good with animals...I thought you'd meant animals of natural origin, not ones created by your vision." Xiao turned his head in your direction, his dark teal green hair sweeping over his face and his yellow eyes almost looking a bit dazed as he stared up at you. You looked away shyly, a light blush coating your cheeks as you watched the sunset, "I'm still good with animals, I just prefer the ones that are a bit cold...they usually have the warmest hearts."

𑁍༄Kazuha:

You weren't sure how long you'd been laying in bed, listening to the soft sounds of Kazuha laughing while he played with your pet and made waffles for breakfast. Even though you were hungry and very awake by now, you just couldn't bring yourself to interrupt such a sweet sound, afterall it wasn't often there were mornings as perfect as this...and you just wanted to enjoy it for as long as it would let you.

Of course it couldn't last forever, before long you heard Kazuhas footsteps walking towards you and you quickly shut your eyes and pretended to be asleep, excitement suddenly coursing through your veins when you felt his weight on the bed. It took everything in you to keep your blush at bay when he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead and cupped your cheek in his hand, "Good morning angel"

𑁍༄Scaramouche:

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"Give it back you pathetic worm!" Scaramouches blood was boiling, more threats spilling from his lips than you had ever heard,...but you just couldn't stop laughing, your stomach sore from over use and your eyes watering with happy tears. You had used your vision to create cryo birds, who you then instructed to steal his hat and hold it just above his reach, torturing him with his own shortness while you enjoyed the entire show.

"That's it!" He stopped his failing attempts to retrieve his hat and walked over to you, his purple eyes narrowed with rage, but you for some reason weren't scared in the slightest. "Scaramouche calm down-" You tried but he caught you off, pulling you close to him and kissing you so deeply that when he pulled away you were at a loss for words, staring at his smirk...

"Now who looks like a idiot."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

[windvexer]

some books use cleansing/ purifying meaning like waffling incence smoke around the house which would make whatever residual negative thing there to go away. But seeing in your post about banishing, the cleansing thing does not take things away?

The point of banishing is not to remove residual negative energies. The point of banishing is to forcefully remove a person or spirit from an area/space.

The point of cleansing is to not grab random people and spirits by the scruff of their neck and kick their ass out. It's to defrag and soothe existing energies, and filter out unhealthy/unwanted things, in order to rebalance a spiritual environment.

Imagine if you were at risk of having your room mates break the lease every time you did a home cleansing!

Cleansing does not always necessarily have a "sweeping away" effect. It can also have a dissolving, transformative, or purifying effect; a cleansing doesn't necessarily "banish" any energies at all.

IME banishing does not typically have a cleansing effect; it can add many aggressive, imbalanced, and aggravating energies to a space - because these energies are what force the unwanted thing to leave.

IMO, witches are not at risk of banishing spirits in their home by performing a routine cleansing.

In my experience, even witches who try to banish by performing a cleansing cannot successfully banish. Because cleansing spells do not banish.

I've been in the position to help many people with spirit hauntings. And maybe it's some quirk of fate for people I tend to help or just a common mistake, but very many people who struggle with hauntings never perform banishings.

Because they think all they need to do is cleanse.

Cleansing and banishing are not the same. They are not trying to accomplish the same goals. Doing one will not give you the results of doing the other.

Yes, there is plenty of overlap. But the goals and techniques are different, and I do not think it's a good idea to confuse one with the other.

[revasserium]

on the subject of birthdays - pt 1

ft. sakusa, daichi, suga, and tsukki

sakusa.

he thinks he should buy you flowers, even though he tells himself that he doesn’t know if you’ll be allergic to a specific kind of flower, so he spends too much time looking up the worlds most hypoallergenic flowers, before komori mentions that he could just buy you fake flowers, which will last longer anyway, and he entertains the idea for an entire afternoon before deciding against it because a) fake flowers will collect dust, and dust can trigger reactions too and b) what if you read too much into it and come to the conclusion that just because he bought you fake flowers, he didn’t deem you worthy of real, living flowers? no, no, no. a misunderstanding of such potentially catastrophic nature simply wouldn’t do. a stuffed animal then? no, those would collect dust too, and heaven knows you’ve already got enough. so a plant, still. but what kind? he lingers outside the local horticulture shop for so long the round-faced girl behind the counter wonders if she should call the cops before he finally goes in to inquire, “what kind of plant do you have that — that doesn’t have flowers and won’t die so easily?” to which she’d blinked and pointed, nonplussed at a group of succulents sitting on the windowsill. and this, he explains, in one long, hurried, mumbling under-breath is how he comes to be standing here, at your front door, on the morning of your birthday, sporting two pots of neatly trimmed succulents, looking vaguely abashed. “they — they’re easy to take care of, most people aren’t allergic and — and they won’t collect that much dust so…” he looks away, clearing his throat as heat crawls up his cheeks, “uhm… happy birthday. i guess.”

daichi.

he wakes up early — he cooks you breakfast; he doesn’t tell you about the hundred or so texts he’d sent the rest of his team trying to crowdsource what exactly to make you that day. there are flowers on the bedside table and a glass of your favorite juice on the breakfast tray and the apartment smells like cinnamon and waffles and the slightly burnt edge of toast. he wakes you up with a kiss, a smile, a whispered happy birthday; he doesn’t tell you about the three minutes he’d spent at the bedside, counting your even breaths like counting stars — one, two, three — twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two — he doesn’t tell you about the way he’d ghosted his finger along the bend of your cheek, bit his own lips as he bends down to kiss you, hesitating just a second to swallow back his heart, thudding at the back of his tongue, threatening to leap from his mouth to yours. your smile is radiant and sweet enough to evoke the jealousy of honey-bees as you open your eyes and see him, and he thinks that he might like to wake you up like this every day, birthday or not — because he’d never tire of kissing you awake, of beginning his day with the length of your smile.

sugawara.

he spends the whole day pretending that it’s a day just like any other, grinning over his morning coffee (thank god your birthday is on a weekend this year), nodding towards your cup, ready-made and steaming, one cream and two sugars, just like every other weekend morning you’d spent together. he hums as he flicks through his phone, asking what you’d like to do, interrupting you with a mild exclamation that “ah! we need to go grocery shopping! we’re out of onions and there’s only one sweet potato left!”, leaning down to give you a swift kiss before sweeping off to get changed, leaving you pouting at the dining table, wondering if your darling boyfriend had truly forgotten about your birthday. and so you go grocery shopping, and you’re preoccupied enough not to notice that he’s surreptitiously picking all your favorites, leading you through the ice cream aisle and making note of all the flavors you pause over. the early afternoon is spent dragging you around the farmer’s market, where you linger over the freshly picked flowers before he tugs you away without once asking if you’d like some. and by the time you both get back to your shared apartment, you’d made up your mind to at least remind him about it — it is your birthday after all. but the moment the front door opens, you’re greeted with an avalanche of glitter and confetti, a loud shout of “surprise!!!” making you nearly leap out of your skin. in the three seconds it takes you to realize what your boyfriend had done, he’d leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, tugging you into your own surprise party, decorated with all the flowers you’d lingered over, the fridge piled with all the ice cream flavors you’d just been looking at this morning. “c’mon, did you really think i’d forget your birthday? i just needed a bit of time to prepare is all! now, let’s get this party started!”

tsukishima.

he is caught between equal parts dread and excitement, because to be honest, he’d never quite understood the appeal of birthday parties. but then he’d seen how your cheeks glad glowed when the team had put up a party for hinata in the middle of summer, a handful of balloons and streamers in the locker rooms, and a good few pounds of well-cooked bbq meat — he’d seen the glitter in your eyes, the unabashed joy as your lips pulled up into a smile — and he’d never admit it out loud but he decided then that he’d do whatever it takes to make you smile like that for him. so when the day comes, he spends too long fretting, paces across the living room of his apartment (much to the barely disguised glee of his brother, who had thankfully offered to help drive around and gather all the things), scowling as yamaguchi shows up with the cake and the flowers, and kiyoko-senpai shows up with the balloons and the streamers and it irks him to no end to have so many people all at his house, but it was the only place he could’ve asked you to come without you questioning him about it but… the way you’d smiled when you stepped into the room to find them all there, to find the same balloons and the same streamers, to find the matcha layer cake next to a slice of strawberry short cake, to find him, standing there, twisting his fingers, his cheeks positively sizzling with heat… well. he thinks that it was worth it. but it isn’t till later, when all the guests have gone and all the cake’s been eaten, when it’s finally just you and him, curled up on his bed, you in his lap, his chin resting against the top of your head that he leans down to tug you to him, press a soft kiss to your lips, “there… been thinking about doing that all day.” but the way you blush when he pulls back has him smirking and dragging you down for another, and then another, his voice going dark as he smirks against the skin of your neck as he whispers, “so now that everyone’s gone… how about we get to your real present, hm?”

pt 2 ft. kageyama, hinata, & miya twins coming soon

hq! reqs are open :)

[psychophanticpervert]

Redoing that OC ask meme cuz I didn't realize it should probably be its own post and also I've had more time to consider how having a sibling would change Nico (spoiler: a lot). Reading Smarty's inspired me to finish it, sigh. Plus, I was talking with Reckoning the other day and it made me consider how it Nico would interact with other people.

That being said...

THAT OC ASK MEME TEMPLATE THAT WAS GOING AROUND A WHILE AGO FOR: NICOLETTA CUCCI

1. Describe your OC physically- what do they look like? What notable features do they have, or what’s your favorite part of their design?

Her most noticeable feature is her height, or lack thereof. She's a whopping 4'7/142 cm, thank you Neily. She has a similar body type to Yunie and unfortunate twink genes, but since she's such a gymrat she has thicker arms and legs than her sister, and weighs more too. Her build is unassuming until she knocks out somebody a foot taller than her. Her skintone is darker than either of her parents, and she technically has freckles, but they're so light you can barely see them. She has a lot of hair, enough to sweep around her ankles, thick and wavy (nightmare to brush), and it's a mousy brown color that's a mix of either of her parents. Dainty nose and a fuller lower lip. My favourite and least favourite thing to draw are her eyes; they take up most of her face, and she has very long eyelashes (4 on the top and two on the bottom, which is important to me), and she got that blue eyed stare. Her pupils and the outline of her iris are pink like Yunie's, but I think the color is a little darker, I'm too lazy to look at her ref sheet rn. Sometimes I get annoyed drawing them because of her anisocoria in her left eye, and I'm not sure if it comes across as what I want to. She (most of the time) has Angel TF, but I tend to waffle around with how I draw her wings lmao. Heart halo that is particularly radiant.

2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group?

Lost child. That younger friend your friend brought that you don't know very well but your pal promises that it won't be a big deal. Night ends with one deceased, two injured, and three in jail btw.

3. What is their stance on religion? Are they a devout believer, against the idea of gods, or somewhere in between? Do they make their practice or their opinions public, or keep it private?

She believes in God, Jesus, Satan, angels, and demons. Her idea of religion is distorted by her own mindset, because she's had hallucinations she's interpreted as divine since she was a child. She generally believes it's something that is personal to everyone, so she does not go around preaching to people, but it is fairly obvious since she doesn't hide her practice. She says grace before eating, always. She may also offer to exorcise you if she thinks you are possessed (wether you have the demon tf is unrelated). She arbitrarily discards houses to thieve from if she thinks there are demons in them. Demon TFs make her mildly uneasy, but she mostly feels that they are the victim of circumstances.

4. How do they act when they’re sick, and does it change depending on who they’re around or how sick they are?

She has a high rate of physical illness due to her mental illness, which is exacerbated due to being frequently injured, especially because she's in such a high-stress environment. She's learned to tough it out and go on like nothing is wrong. Besides items of monetary value, she also steals ibuprofen from people's houses. Because Yunie doesn't want her going to Harper's, she sometimes forces Nico into bed if she thinks it's too severe. Because she can't work in this condition, Yunie does the sex juice experimenting then, (tho not always, since its important to consider how it would affect her when not sick as well) so she also has a pavlov'd response to associate symptoms of sickness with arousal and has trouble distinguishing between the two.

5. What’s one hill your OC will die on (anything from a guiding moral position to a strong opinion about combining mint and chocolate)?

1. It's impossible for humans to connect with people. 2. Therefore it is impossible to truly know someone. 3. If you do not know someone you cannot love them. 4. The exception that proves this rule is family. 5. That it is acceptable behavior for her to tolerate mistreatment from people just because she considers them family. 6. She doesn't expect other people to follow these rules or to understand them. 7. Strawberry >>> Chocolate.

6. How did you choose your OC’s name? 

Like a lot of people who play DoL she started out as selfsona adjacent, so I just gave her my middle name that I barely use. The more I played the more she became her own weird little person, so I gave her a variant of my actual name, but gave her a nickname that nobody uses for me (Nico) to mark us as distinct people. In universe, the only reason her name isn't like Minfilia or Yda is because Piers shot down all of Neily's favourite names, so she just gave her a name that sounded mildly similar to her own in a narcissistic moment. I've been thinking of making her middle name Moenbryda or smth because it's kinda funny, but idk-

7. Lots of people don’t have a favorite food when put on the spot, but what’s a food or drink that your OC would never turn down if someone offered it to them?

Strawberries, or strawberry flavored things, which she insists taste different. She eats them whole, leaves and all, and she likes strawberry juice, candies, ice cream, milkshakes, and gum.

8. What’s something that your OC owns that means the world to them? What’s something they own that they don’t like, but can’t bring themself to part with?

She doesn't own a lot of things. She has a framed photo of Jesus an Evangelist gave her when she was younger that she puts stickers on. She feels better knowing someone is watching over. She also has a pair of tinted lenses to help with her astigmatism, I just never draw them because I'm a lazy cunt. In Childhood Trauma AU she has an iPod Arin gave her when she was like four to help with auditory hallucinations. Of course, the thing is more than ten years old so she's always having to fix it, but it's the only thing she has left of him.

9. How do they fare in cold or hot climates, and which do they prefer?

In theory she would say the heat, but she fares the cold better, she runs relatively warm, and oftentimes the heat makes her symptoms worse.

10. Share a sentence of dialogue from your OC that you think represents them well.

"You're always... going to be alone. But... you're not worried... about that, right?" In a deeply non-malicious tone.

Her speech is sometimes stilted due to disorganized thoughts, so she tries not to talk too much.

11. How are they seen by people around them - family, close friends, colleagues, or strangers?

Family: She is deeply loved and cherished. Either to a detrimental level (Arin), or the opposite (Yunie). She is extremely Weird TM, but it doesn't seem that way to them because it's their normal. They are not very responsible about her mental illness either way.

Close Friends: It depends, but she is generally a very accommodating person, so she's great for asking favors. She's protective if you ask her to be, so maybe also guard dog adjacent, as long as you're not asking her to fight off like 6 people at once or Eden. If you get really close with her you might actually see some semblance of a real personality and of personhood, which is somebody cheeky, sarcastic, sensitive by turns, and very opinionated.

Colleagues: She doesn't have many. Probably the same way she is seen at school, which is quiet and strange. Best avoided. Landry find her impressive, Mickey is probably fonder of her than they'd like to admit.

Strangers: She can behave erratically in public, so they think she's weird and also best avoided, but it's also Rapechestershire so the majority of people see that she's small and bruised up, so an easy target. Not always wrong.

12. What does their bed and/or desk look like? Tidy or cluttered - are they both the same, or is one neat and the other messy?

Since she shares a room with Yunie, it's honestly very barebones. They share a desk AND the bed, so it's good they're both small and don't have many possessions. The sheets and room are relatively clean because Yunie's a minor neat freak. I don't think the bed is made since it's kind of a waste of time and also they have like one (1) blanket/pillow. If she lived alone it'd be messier because she doesn't have the energy to clean most of the time.

13. How do they deal with pain (physical or emotional)?

She has an honestly horrifically high level of physical pain tolerance. Seriously, you might wonder if she has CIP or something, because what the hell. She just has an insanely high willpower, like her sister. It takes a lethal amount of damage to put her down, and even then she is biting at your ankles the whole time. After a certain threshold she will usually just go catatonic or have a psychotic break.

Nico LIKES to think she doesn't feel emotional pain!!! She has a worshipper mindset towards her family so she doesn't feel any negative feelings about Yunie selling her out, if that happens. She's just happy to have been useful. When people she considers friends betray her or throw her under the bus, she doesn't feel all that bothered either because it just reinforces her mindset that people are inherently unknowable and that you can't rely on anybody. But honestly a lot of that is bullshit and if you engage positively with her enough she will start to care for you outside of that, so when you betray her AFTER like a year or five of nice interactions she shuts down and maybe tries to kill you. Or herself. Depends what's going on with her life yknow.

14. How comfortable are they relying on other people, and what situations would change their comfort level?

It doesn't bother her if somebody helps her out, but she has no expectations of continued support. Very much a live in the moment kinda girlie. The idea that somebody might help her just because they want to is odd to her, but she won't reject help, although she generally assumes she should pay the favor back somehow, if only because that's what is socially expected.

15. How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

She doesn't take a lot of space in general, and she prefers to keep it that way. She generally finds most social interaction confusing so she prefers to be someone who is easy to ignore and look over, but she's not the kind of person to purposefully turn someone away. She has difficulties expressing all the thoughts in her head, so she uses hand gestures in an attempt to clarify, but sometimes they seem completely unrelated to what she's saying. She usually seeks out corner chairs to draw less attention to herself, and sits slightly hunched over with her hands in her lap.

16. Point assign D&D ability scores to your OC (STR, DEX, CON, INT, WIS, CHA; out of 27).

I literally play D&D and I still don't really get what these mean. I will just. Describe.

STR: Middling. She's shockingly athletic, so it's higher than you might expect, but her size is her downfall, there is only so many punches you can throw when you're child sized and your opponent is like. Six feet plus or whatever.

DEX: High. She's small and agile, and a fast runner, with good reaction time. This is partially because I think she has an overwhelming amount of bad traits so I wanted some balance.

CON: Almost maxed. She can take a lot until you beat her down, and when she's down you need to double it until she's not moving anymore.

INT: Pretty high. She's got a lot of book smarts and reads as a hobby, primarily non fiction and things that she feels help her understand the nature of the world. Science and physics and math are always the same. They make sense. She thinks these are useful things to know.

WIS: Low. She has a distorted mind and difficulty understanding people. She's pretty easy to manipulate when isolated.

CHA: ???. She's probably really fucking weird to normal people, but if you're also messed up she's pretty endearing. She has a lot of charm points based on appearance, so some people let her erratic personality slide because of her facecard.

17. What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?

It depends on the timeline loooool. Something that almost always happens is getting diagnosed, although what she's diagnosed and the consequences of that vary. Most of the time it just adds to the feeling of wrongness and otherness she has with other people.

18. If they can or would drive, what would their car be like?

I would never punish pedestrians by putting Nico in a vehicle. Fucking atrocious driver, even worse at night. If I gave her any kind of transport, it would be a bike.

19. How do they connect with the people around them? Love language, how they offer comfort, etc.

Not something she feels is possible, but generally her brutal honesty is an attempt at connection, though she doesn't expect it to be successful. She is nice to people, because she doesn't understand why when you are hurt, you would want anybody else to feel that way (though she doesn't judge people for having that mindset). Her first impulse when someone is upset is to talk with them, but she's discovered that most people feel worse afterwards, so she leans towards physical affection since that's her own preference. If they don't like it, she will generally just sit in the same space as them and listen unless they ask her to leave.

20. What kind of clothing do they feel most comfortable in? What kind of clothing do they wear most often?

She's not very picky. She likes comfortable clothes, which usually means her pyjama's. Her wardrobe is very haphazard, because she shares some clothes with Yunie, and whatever she buys for herself is usually from the kids section. She also has lots of clothes she got as a gift, or was recommended, because she doesn't mind when people dress her. Noé gets her things that are similar to Damsel's since Nico mentioned she likes it, Shiloh tries to get her more "adult" clothing, and she has a bunch of Twink Era Rhett shirts that don't fit him anymore. If I drew her in things she bought on her own with no concern for money or size, it'd probably be big ass pants with tight shirts, short-shorts, oversized jackets, and sneakers.

[oh-stars]

Her Steve

Coworkers

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 933 words | CW: misogyny | Rating: G

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Robin kind of loves working at Family Video. It’s perfect in every way that Scoops Ahoy was a nightmare — excluding the last week she worked there, of course. The customers are more direct most of the time, either dropping off their rentals or swapping it out for something they know they want to watch, and when they don’t know what they want, they don't pester her about it. They’ll browse for a while, maybe ask a question here or there, and then be on their merry way once a selection is made. And sure she still has to clean, even more than she did before considering Family Video is almost double the Scoops Ahoy store, but it’s not the same. Vacuuming and wiping down the counters once a day (and even that’s iffy) is nothing compared to the forever sticky booths and having to sweep every hour at least so the store isn’t overrun with crushed waffle cones and sprinkles. Don’t even get her started on the uniforms. 

And best of all? She still works with Steve! 

But now instead of antagonizing him and making him the butt of the joke, they’re joking together and bitching about other people. They spend most of their shifts watching movies and talking shit about everything and nothing. It’s perfect really. 

Another perk of Family Video being so different from Scoops? It’s actually dead during the summer. Sure, there’s a boost of people at the end of the day when parents are getting off work, and you’ll find the occasional wave of people throughout, but for the most part, it’s dead during the week. Except for rainy days, which is so not today. 

They finished all their tasks on Monday morning, and they really haven’t seen a big wave of customers this week at all. Most of the people who show up are just dropping off the rentals they snagged for last week’s heat wave but now that the temperature isn’t melt-your-face-off hot, Hawkins is back to their regularly scheduled program of spending time outdoors when they can. 

To say they’re bored is an understatement. 

Which is why Robin created this oh so brilliant game. She checks the timer, still ticking away, and peeks up to see Steve practically vaulting over the shelves to get to the next movie he has to grab. They both made a list of ten movies — no genres and they only included the first letter of each title — to see who could get the most right in the fastest time. Steve just started his turn, pushing the go back cart so fast around the store the stuck wheel is about to pop off for good. 

“C’mon Harrington,” Robin goads from her throne behind the counter. Her feet are propped up on the surface, laying back as much as she can in the computer chair they have. “You know that’s not what I picked.” She can’t see what he has in the cart or his hand, so she has no idea if he’s right. 

They never promised each other a clean game. 

She can hear Steve grumbling but the bell on the door stops him from shouting back. He doesn’t, however, stop running around. 

Robin turns to find Jerry S. from band, a trombone player in her year. “Looking for something specific, Jerry?” Robin asks, not bothering to get up from her spot. 

Jerry opens his mouth, then turns toward Steve’s grumbling form as he pushes the cart down the action aisle. “Is that Steve Harrington?” 

“Yup.” 

“That blows,” Jerry says as he leans against the counter, shaking his head. “I think I’d quit on the spot if my boss hired him.” 

Robin crosses her arms and drops her feet from the counter. “Well its a good thing you’re not here for a job, isn’t it?” 

Jerry gives her a funny look, like he’s actually surprised by her sharp tone and bored expression that barely contains the rage bubbling within her. “Don’t tell me you actually like him?” 

“Yup,” she says again as her eyes narrow. “Are you getting a movie or not?” 

“Jeez,” Jerry says, holding up his hands, “no need to be a bitch about it.” 

“Alright,” Steve says, dropping the tapes into the cart and walking closer to Jerry. “That’s it. Out!” He makes shooing motions with his hand as he starts herding Jerry out the door. “You can say whatever you want about me, but you’re not going to disrespect Robin like that.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“Deadly,” Steve says. “You can’t say anything I haven’t heard before, but we have the right to refuse service to disrespectful clientele. And might I remind you this is the Family  Video, so foul language is not permitted within these walls, dickwad. Don’t like it, take it up with the manager.” 

“Fine,” Jerry says, shrugging Steve’s hands away from him and pushing on the door. “Who is the–” 

Steve just flips him off and shuts the door behind him. He waits a beat, then spins back to Robin, clapping his hands. “I want a redo. I had like two more videos to grab and you weren’t paying attention to start the timer.” 

Robin glances down at the egg timer still ticking. “Mmm. I don’t think so.” 

“Oh come on!” 

“Fine. Go to the break room so I can make a new list,” she huffs. “But you’re reshelving everything after.” 

Steve just gives her a thumbs up as he passes to the break room, smirking. 

Robin rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t really mean it. That’s her Steve and he better not forget it. 

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Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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Just a quick little write to get my juices flowing again and to distract myself while I am waiting for #moonvale. I still love them so much.

Waiting

Sitting and staring at the phone was driving him mad. He thought he was long past waiting for her response to his texts. He thought he was well beyond waiting in nervous torture for her to send him any notice that she was safe and happy and that she still loved him.

But it had been three days and two long nights since she had called to tell him about her day and whisper words of love to help him sleep.

It had become their habit to speak every night to share their world with each other. He hadn't realized how much he had come to depend on those moments, hadn't realized how empty his life was without her. Though they still couldn't quite be together, they were connected in a way that he suspected, most other couples were not.

She was what made him more than human. She gave him humanity and filled his heart with something that he was sure he didn't deserve.

She should have been home from her business trip a couple of hours ago. He had distracted himself for a while, watching dishes and cleaning his living area, but there was nothing else to distract him. He could not separate himself from the worry.

If she didn't text him soon, he knew he would do something reckless, like track her phone, fly to where she was, or beg her to come to him and never leave.

He stared at the phone, begging it to ring, begging for a text, for any sign from her.

He imagined her gorgeous laugh and soft voice in his head. He imagined what it would be like when, one day, they would meet and the world would vanish. He dreamed of the day their lips would meet and he could take her all in, from her aroma to her warmth. He imagined what it would be like to sweep her up in his arms and do all of the things that he had only imagined in the middle of the night.

More than that, he wished for the days when they could share a couch and talk of their days together. When they could wake up early to eat waffles and speak of their plans for the day. When their world was one and their home was in the presence of each other.

And he was still imagining her and their life when the phone notified him of a message. Finally.

"Home safe, missing you." He couldn't keep the smile from growing on his face.

But just as quickly as he read the message, he heard a knock on the door.

Cautious, he grabbed the bat that sat beside the door. He wasn't expecting deliveries or a visitor. He couldn't trust the outside world yet, so he walked cautiously to the door and squinted into the peephole.

He saw a woman, blonde and stunning, better than she had ever appeared over a screen. She looked nervous and though he knew that he should send her away, he simply could not. Dropping the bat, he flung the door open with such intensity that it caused her to jump. Her cheeks flushed a little. He couldn't help but think that it added to her beauty. She had a bag of what appeared to be food and a suitcase following behind her.

Their eyes met. He froze. She began to look nervous, tucking her hair behind her ears. Without apologizing or saying anything, he ushered her inside while reaching around to grab her suitcase. She smelled like cinnamon. Once inside, he took the bag and placed it on the table.

As soon as the back hit the counter, she ran into him, quickly wrapping her arms around his waist and almost setting him off-balance.

He returned the hold that she had on him and refused to let go for what he was sure was an inappropriate length of time. He didn't care. He couldn't believe that she was here in the flesh, that she had risked uncertain dangers to get here.

Eventually, he pulled back and stared into her eyes again, trying to convey every feeling he couldn't put words to. "You crazy, wonderful, gorgeous woman... What are you doing here?" the words fell out of his mouth in a blubber. His thoughts, normally formal and thoughtful, had betrayed his messy heart.

She looked up at him and smiled softly, "I had a craving for Chinese food and remembered a promise made to me long ago." She removed a hand from his waist and brought it to his face, gently caressing his cheek, then added, "My heart was more than a little homesick."

He chuckled. It was deep and guttural, a mix of delight and attraction and only for her. Reluctantly, he began to release her. "I guess I should make an effort to fulfill my promise and get some plates for us before the food gets cold, I mean that is the least I can...."

"We can warm it up, later, you know." She interrupted. She reached for his hand and locked their fingers together.

It was at that instant that he placed his lips on hers, gently claiming her. Then, knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom finally showing her all of the things he had been dreaming of.