#when I have more spoons I might take another crack at the idea

[placesyoucallhome]

Goblin LB W25 P13, a small fc house that actually I got up and decorated quite some time ago, but didn't have the energy to post about. I've had the basement rock wall structure in my head for a while now, I just needed the price of some items to come down a bit before trying. I think it'd look far better in a large foyer where you can use more height, but for now this will do.

[webbluvrsugar]

hi my darling! i just read your spencer reid x new recruit reader and im aching for another part where spencer warms up to the reader. maybe some angst where he cheers up reader? idk, but i love your work!! 💌💌

a/n: you guys have no idea of how happy I am that you all liked it!! <33 time skip here we go!

It’s been a few months since you and Spencer talked, after all that basket disaster, you’ve been wondering if you should talk to him at all, sometimes you make tiny questions, about his day, about how he found the gifts, about things about him. Spencer never answers clearly, it’s mostly weird and awkward because even if he’s a more mature man now, — freshly out of prison — he’s weirdly quite himself but he still prefers to stay reserved instead of leaning into your conversations, he just doesn’t understand that it hurts you until he almost walks in one of your conversations with JJ.

“I just don’t get it, he’s so nice towards you, towards everyone,” you whisper, the door of her office is still open, you’re not just going to yell about how one of your coworkers has been treating you. “I mean I would’ve understood it if I had offended him, but I didn’t.”

JJ’s voice became muted to him and suddenly, he just couldn’t get that off his mind. It’s all he’s been thinking about for the past days, he thinks that maybe, being a bit more open towards you won’t hurt.

You’re now both getting coffee, he’s glancing at you towards the corner of his eyes, taking a soft moment to let his eyes glance over your features, slower than he intended because you notice it, and you blush. You both reach pot, hands breaching over each others softly, a tender moment between you two before he pulls away and you’re already hushing a “Sorry.” to him. Spencer doesn’t understand why you’re sorry, but he doesn’t question it.

“Don’t worry.” He flashes you a hint of a smile, his lips parting as if he’s going to say something, it’s the only reason you stay. “I..I actually liked the books you gifted me.” He nods towards you as he pours himself coffee before moving onto your mug.

“Oh, thank you, I didn’t know what you liked so I just included some classics.” You smile towards him, all bright and shiny, he finds comfort in that smile.

“‘The collector’ was a good choice.” He presses his lips into a thin line, his hands letting go of the pot before he reaches for a spoon and the sugar, dumping one, two, what was it? Three or four fulls spoons of sugar?

“Only fitting for a brain like yours.” You praise, he glances back at you, the colourful scrunchies around your wrist, the neat hairstyle you did, the tint on your lips, he can tell you’ll be good friends with Garcia. You pick up a spoon, contrasting his behaviour with only a spoonful of sugar. “Careful, Dr. Reid, you might find yourself with diabetes if you keep up with that.” You joke.

Spencer doesn’t know what it was, but it makes him crack a small smile as you turn on your heels and leave, and when he finally realises your praise, he blushes, stuck in place before Morgan calls his name.

He was right, being a little bit more open didn’t hurt.

[feyascorner]

Food is not something he's indulged in since he was turned.

He must've enjoyed it once, as every other undead being he's surrounded by. But when he lifts a wine glass to his lips or sips at a broth, all he can do is scrunch his nose, disgusted by the way it tastes. The only thing that satiates him now is blood. He's gotten used to it by now.

So why in the hells he'd thought he could make you soup to soothe your aching throat, he has no idea.

Surely, it can't be terribly difficult? Just a few vegetables, broth, and a pretty bowl to put it in. It would make you feel better if you didn't have to get up and cook for yourself, and he'd get to sit by your side, teasing the way you seem to sneeze every few minutes.

Unfortunately, he's finding that he was horribly wrong.

"You can't feed them this!" Gale exclaims with a groan. "It really is a simple recipe, surely you can make this much."

Astarion glares at him, then back down at the pot of soup sitting pathetically on the stove. He sees Gale testing it one more time with a spoon and shuddering, flinching at the taste. He would taste it himself if it weren't for the fact that it would taste terrible regardless of the culinary quality, but alas, all he can do is narrow his eyes at the deceiving concoction in the pot.

The wizard sets down his testing spoon and sighs. "Look, we can try again tomorrow. We should really feed them soon, anyway."

Astarion frowns. He's killed people and defeated dozens of monsters, and he's brought down by this? A bloody soup? All while getting scolded by Gale, of all people?

He hasn't even tried the soup, but he feels a bit sick.

"Oh, did you guys already cook?"

His ears perk at the sound of your voice, and you pace into the kitchen, wrapped in one of his many blankets. His chest swells at this, but hells if he'd ever show that on his face. "You should be resting, darling."

"I will. I'm just hungry," you sniffle, reaching for the pot of soup. And before Gale can stop you, you're already pouring yourself a serving, and you slowly lift the bowl to your lips, taking a long sip while the said wizard gawks.

Astarion's eyes never leave your expression as you bring the half-empty bowl down to the counter, swiping at the excess in your mouth. You seem in thought, raising a brow before turning to Gale. "Are you experimenting with recipes?"

"It's certainly not one of my makings!" he recoils, almost offended. "I'm afraid I have to give this honor to my friend, here."

Astarion rolls his eyes, readying himself for your criticism of his cooking. He knows you wouldn't be as inelegant as Gale when speaking your concerns about the damned soup, but he thinks it might have more of an impact on him anyway, simply because it's you.

Getting his feelings hurt over a bowl of soup would certainly be a new low for him.

You stare at him for a moment in a painful silence before lifting the rest of the bowl to down the rest. Even Astarion blinks this time, watching in utter disbelief as you drink the soup like the finest wine in Faerun.

And when you set the bowl down, you shrug. "It's good."

Gale's jaw drops, but all Astarion does is stare at you with wide eyes. You yawn, trudging back to your room without another word, his blanket trailing behind your heels. He only snaps out of his trance when he hears Gale sigh obnoxiously loud at his side.

"It's your lucky day. It seems the sickness has rendered her tastebuds malfunctioning."

Despite the embarrassing way, he feels the tips of his pointed ears flush, Astarion cracks a triumphant smile.

[schrodinger-swriter]

I saw you were doing a fluff alphabet! Hmmm, how about C, E, I, J, M and F for Vox?

C, E, I, J, M, F for Vox

Another character that I am at the moment to grasp onto, in terms of understanding characteristics and writing them.. but nonetheless I am willing to take a crack at writing him! I hope you enjoy, Anon, and I personally give you permission to smite me if this is too OOC!/lh

CUDDLING:

Cuddling him is... odd... I enjoy the idea that his body constantly has a faint buzz.. though most of the time when he's not experiencing high energy or emotion, it's hardly noticeable. He prefers being the big spoon, oftentimes pulling you close with your back to him. Sometimes the soft vibrations of his body is soothing, so be sure to take any moment you can to initiate a cuddle session!

EMOTION:

Going off of how he reacts when hearing Alastor's return, he can be prone to losing control of himself every now and then. Though, I think that's more so in line with his annoyance and anger rather than all his emotions. He seems like the type to want to come off as.. casual.. in a relationship. He may be devoted to you, but rarely does he drop his walls and allow himself to be completely raw with you. Sometimes he may become irritable when he's been made to examine changing trends so he can best pin point how to promote himself and his tech, though... may become a little snappy.. but in terms of affection.. He wouldn't pour his heart out, but he wouldn't shut you out. Perfectly average in this regard.

FAMILY:

Unfortunately, sinners cannot reproduce so having biological children is out of the question. He doesn't much care for children, anyway. He seems like the type to think about being a father, and idealizing it, but not going through with having the child because of work. It sounds sad when it's put like that, but is it exactly wrong? He's so caught up in maintaining the image of the Vees and keeping his own company afloat that outside of the fantasy here and there, he doesn't want children.

INJURY:

It's here he would exercise his status as an overlord and as one of the Vees, by putting an end to whoever had the nerve to injure you. Actually, if it's public knowledge that you and him are together most sinners would know better than to cross you, especially if they aren't an overlord themselves. When it comes to actually interacting with you, I think he would make sure you receive the very best care that money and power can provide, ensuring your recovery is smooth and swift. He may be a little emotionally distant, but that's only because he's beside himself with rage at the nerve of whoever harmed you.

If he's the one injured I think it would play out similarly. Assuming he doesn't deal with the person himself. Wouldn't play up his pain, or down play it either. He would not want to be babied, and he might try to get back to work as soon as possible. After all, trends are ever changing and fleeting. He can't bare the idea of falling behind and possibly being overtaken by a certain radio demon.

JEALOUSY:

He gets jealous... a lot, and when he does things can get ugly. A lot of times it results in him trying to show off and prove why he's better than the other person, and why he's more worthwhile. His screen tends to bug out and buffer while trying to turn the situation into his favor. With Vox it's best not to 'test' him and make him jealous on purpose, unless you're comfortable with the fact that Vox is going to try to run the other person into the ground. Be it literally or with their reputation. Definitely the type to physically pull you away from someone and take you to his side.

MARRIAGE:

Going off of the above and the Injured segment, I think he would make it clear to everyone in Hell that the two of you are an item. A package deal. A couple. If it means having to put a ring on you to put it through everyone's skulls that you're his and his alone, then he might just consider it. Sees it more as a power move of sorts rather than a commitment, whether that causes it's own set of issues is up to you!

[my-writings-and-musings]

I return with some short/sweet Earthspark Starscream x Reader content to try and ease me back into writing! Hope you all enjoy!

The first slivers of morning light to reach your eyes were met with a grunt of displeasure and an instinctive roll to the side, the comfort of your extra toasty nest pulling you back into one of the better rests you'd ever had and pushing away wakefulness at any cost. A slight hum from below soothed all the tension from your body, bringing a smile back to your face as you snuggled deeper into the blankets. The outside world had nothing this cozy to offer you. 

Catching the familiar sound of a bot taking in a vent just below, you cracked open an eye to find the Seeker beneath your nest in the middle of a yawn, his lean frame flexing as he stretched his arms over his helm. Every movement was careful not to disturb the thin mattress and blanket tangle atop his chest acting as your bed, but you knew Starscream would want you up sooner rather than later. Closing both eyes and remaining limp, you tried to pretend to be in deep sleep, hoping his spark might be softened by the sight of his favorite human sleeping peacefully. 

A digit stroked along your cheek to dash your hopes, but you did your very best to stay still, even when he chuckled beneath you and the bounce carried through the mattress.

"Wakey wakey." he purred with another teasing brush of his thumb. It took all of your acting skills to stay still, your desire for sleep matched only by how much you enjoyed spending time with your beloved bot. He chuckled again and playfully brushed your hair aside, making it clear you were had with a boop of your nose. "I know you're faking, Y/N. You can't fool me so easily."

"Nooooo..." was all you could say, despite now being thoroughly awake. There was just something about snuggling next to a spark that was more comfortable than you could possibly put into words.

"Come now; I didn't visit so you could use me as a glorified bed frame. Up." he said, still playful but slightly more firm as he tugged on your blankets. Relenting with a yawn, you rubbed your eyes and accepted his help climbing to the floor, bare feet meeting the large carpeted rug that the Seeker usually slept on. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you walked over to the heavily upgraded barn's makeshift kitchenette and flicked on the lights. Starscream removed your nest from his chassis and stretched out his lean frame with further teasing. "Besides, it's rude for the host to rise after guests."

"Mhmm..." you replied as your stomach gave its first growl. Not willing to put much effort into feeding yourself, you opened a cupboard for your favorite cereal and set about pouring it in a bowl. Bright blue optics turning to the sound compelled you to speak as you added the milk before returning it to the tiny fridge. "It's rude for hosts to eat without serving guests too, but if you want breakfast, we'll have to swing by the Maltos. I don't exactly have energon on tap."

Starscream averted his gaze, expression briefly looking more conflicted than distraught at the idea before he recovered, mock disgust shielding his ego as usual.

"As much as I enjoy those visits..." he sighed and rested his arms behind his helm, as if the very idea was wearing him out. "It's far too early for that much affection. I can wait."

It was your turn for teasing. The Malto kids had a much more positive view of the Seeker after his dramatic and timely rescue, and as such, swarmed him like eager puppies whenever the two of you stopped by. You found it utterly adorable, especially when he tried his hardest to pretend such tender displays of affection weren't to his liking, or that Hashtag didn't have him at her beck and call for selfies, movie watching, or whatever else her spark desired. Finishing up another spoonful, you carried your bowl over and sat beside his helm, smiling as he cracked open an optic. "Awwww, not ready to be swarmed by your fan club?"

"Not at the moment... Their energy is boundless." he said dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose as if fighting a headache. You knew he was being silly even if he wasn't exaggerating too much. Any one of the Malto kids was a boundless ball of youthful exuberance, and by their powers combined they could wear out even the most energetic adults. Starscream always fell into deep, unshakeable recharge after those visits, and you were never far behind. The Seeker sighed as he leaned his helm against your side, resembling a twenty foot cat so closely you couldn't resist the urge to give his helm a loving stroke. A smug yet affectionate smile pulled on his lips as he savored the gentle touch. "I'd much prefer a quiet morning, free of obligations. I've more than earned it." 

"I can handle that. How about a movie?" you replied quickly, reaching for the remote that had been tucked in your blanket nest. Clicking on the wall mounted flatscreen that Starscream continuously claimed to have obtained legally before gifting to you, you scrolled through a dozen or so streaming apps. 

Holding forth his cupped palm, Starscream agreed with a predictable caveat. "So long as I get to pick. I am the guest, after all."

"You're the guest." you agreed with a smile, handing the remote over before finishing up your cereal and shoving the bowl aside. The Seeker skillfully managed the human sized buttons as you snuggled against his side, just able to hear the birdsong of a beautiful morning beginning outside. As far as you were concerned, the whole world could wait while the two of you enjoyed the simple delight of a lazy morning. Judging by how his arm not so subtly curled around you, he felt exactly the same.

[twiixr4kidz]

ok one final one….. Scott and da evil exes x reader…. Making out/falling asleep together headcanons!!! Thanks -💀🎀

ooh i like this idea!! i think it's funny that i said i'll write stuff about making out and i got like 5 requests LMAO feel free to keep em coming!!

scott pilgrim

he's an amateur, so you might have to guide him a little bit

tell him where you want him to touch you, what you're okay with, how you want him to kiss you

if need be, take the lead and show him exactly what you want

bite his ear and it's like he loses control

you'll pull away and he'll flop back, completely breathless

and then he'll crack a corny joke about how you "take his breath away" to which you'll lightly punch him and throw the covers over him

he'll get the hint and the two of you fall asleep to whatever movie you spent the entire time making out to

matthew patel

he's so playful and so teasing

he'll make little comments hear and there, tickling your sides making you squeal, right before taking your lips back in his and making you gasp into his mouth

he runs his fingers up and down your sides

one hand is always resting on your upper thigh

he won't ask for it that often, but sometimes he'll take you by the hand and drag you into an alley just to make out with you

his kisses will make you weak in the knees, but when you're in bed, that's not so much an issue

he'll place one final, long kiss on your lips before letting you rest

and he makes sure to tuck you in so you're all nice and comfy

lucas lee

expect heated makeouts on set whenever he gets a break

he yearns to feel you on his body, taste you on his tongue, even when it's the last thing he should be thinking of

one arm is pinned above your head and the other caresses your waist

they're a must on the days that he's home, and he'll take you far into the night just kissing all over your face

he kisses a line from your neck all the way back up to your lips, and then down your neck, chest, and stomach

rubs your back but not too hard, but enough to make them nice and warm

rubs your back while you fall asleep too; you're clutch to his chest while his hands wander up and down your back, waiting to see who falls asleep first

todd ingram

he's actually really gentle

soft, sweet kisses and blushing cheeks

his knees with buckle if you run your fingers through his hair

one hand is clutching your thigh and the other tucked around your waist

occasionally his hands will stray, and he'll draw little shapes on your legs and tummy as you pull away from each other

tucks his head into the crook of your neck and pulls you close to him, wishing for nothing more than to absorb you into his body and forever be as one

you fall asleep at the same time, drifting off with thoughts of one another as the only thing on your minds

roxie richter

so much tongue you're going to drown, but it's kinda hot

she's grabs at whatever naked skin you have, indenting it with his finger nails as a way to mark you up

hickeys are splattered across your neck and chest, maybe even your jaw

her leg is sprawled over yours and nudges you

just a little touch to the back of her knee and she loses it

you've unlocked a new side to roxie

she'll completely devouring you, taking in everything you give her and enjoying every minute of it

you're her's forever, and she's going to make sure of it

but when she's done, she's going to curl up into a ball like a cat, completely exhausted

kyle katayanagi

loves having you on top of him

smiling into kisses, chuckling at your advances, teasing you and the things you're doing

annoying but in a good way

makeout sesh every night he's over right before bed (and honestly, if you're dating him you should expect them all the time)

always tickles you when you're done, it's like a ritual or something

he's big spooning you as you fall asleep, and you're going to wake up with him on top of you

ken katayanagi

make out sessions with ken are something to savor

leaning into his gentle touches, he'll drive you up a wall

warm hands plastered on your stomach, your thighs, your chest if you so desire

kisses on your cheeks and neck, fingers holding tight onto whatever he's grabbing

expect to fall asleep in that position; ken sleeps like a rock and you're not going to move him

gideon graves

one word: rough

hands tugging on hair, tightening grips around your limbs, nails faintly digging into your flesh

his lips are on your neck, licking and sucking every possible spot just to make you flustered

yearns to hear you make at least a little noise

he isn't content until you do

he leaves lingering kisses on your lips as you curl into his body and fall asleep

it'll take him a while, so he'll just hold you and play with your hair until you're out like a light

[minisugakoobies]

Burning Down | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, crack, DadYoongi!AU, BadCop!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: weapons - guns, switching POVs, angst!, allusions to murder, mentions of blood, references to war, allusions to choking, Yoongi is not a good guy (ymmv)

Word Count: 1.8k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: You're going to finish what you started. But Yoongi won't let you take it all away.

A/N: Everyone thank Yoongi for those recent D-Day concept photos, because they inspired me to write another chapter! I think we're closing in on the end here 👀

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Part 5 💵 Bad Cop Masterlist 💵 Part 6

The house is dark when you turn into the driveway. Tall trees on either side of the gravel pathway stretch endlessly into the cloudy morning sky, their thick canopies providing the car with cover from the rain that’s just starting to fall. 

Jungkook leans pretty heavily against you as you walk him to the door, and your knock is a little clumsy while you struggle to keep your partner on his feet. A light flickers on in the window, and then the door suddenly wrenches open from the inside. A rather handsome man peers down at where you’re slumped under Jungkook’s arm. 

“Holy shit, what the fuck happened?” 

Seokjin is not an agent. Seokjin is a former combat medic. You’d met years ago on a tour in a foreign land. He’d saved your back and you’d saved his, more than once. The blood you’d shed together had formed an inseparable bond between the two of you that meant more to you than your actual family. Which is why you’re here, in the middle of the night, holding a man who is slowly bleeding out all over his doorstep. 

“For fuck’s sake, come in, I just bought that mat.” Seokjin ushers the two of you inside, glancing around. His house is fairly secluded, the copse of trees bordering the property protecting him from prying eyes, but he’s been in enough battles to know that you can never be too cautious.

He leads you and Jungkook into his living room, ordering you to help your partner onto the couch. He disappears for a moment and returns with a first aid kit - not the kind you’d find at your local pharmacy but one meant for the battlefield. You don’t ask why he has one so readily available. You know what it’s like to be haunted by war; always prepared for the day those ghosts might return.

You also don’t ask why he happens to have a small freezer in his basement where he keeps bags of blood. After he’d retired from the armed forces, Seokjin had gone into private practice. You have no idea just how “private” that means, what type of clientele he might be stitching up, accepting payment under the table instead of involving insurance. Or cops. It might be your place to ask, considering you’re a federal agent, but right now you’re not about to look a gift horse in the mouth - not when Seokjin’s busy saving Jungkook’s life. 

Afterward, as Jungkook sleeps, blood slowly being transfused back into his strong body, Seokjin makes you some tea and he sits in the kitchen as you stand and sip, staring out the window at the rain. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asks gently, rubbing a hand over the scruff on his chin. You haven’t even apologized for waking him so early. 

“No,” you reply honestly, but then you tell him, as much as you can without compromising your mission. As if it hadn’t already gone to hell anyway. You talk and talk, and soon it’s not the details of the job you’re describing, soon it’s how things between you and Yoongi started, how they progressed, how they ended - in bullets and blood. 

Seokjin is quiet once you run out of words. He drums his long fingers on his placemat, watching the spoon resting there as it bounces from the rhythm. “Well, to be honest, that’s not the worst break-up you’ve ever had,” he drawls after a few seconds. 

“Fuck off,” you snap, but your lips twitch of their own accord. He’s not wrong. “It wasn’t a real relationship. It was all part of the plan.” 

“Is that so?” Seokjin levels you with a sober look. “Then why are you here, wearing a groove into my kitchen floor with your pacing, while your partner drains my last bag of O neg? Was that part of the plan, too?” When you don’t respond, he plows on. “Because it seems to me that you went a little too deep this time. Got a little too entangled. Would you say that’s accurate?” 

“Sir, yes sir,” you chirp sarcastically, saluting him with your middle finger. Seokjin’s eyes crinkle as he laughs, and for one brief second, you’re back in the field, joking with your friend, and not sitting in his house panicking while your mission goes up in flames. But then you hear Jungkook stirring in the other room, and Seokjin’s laughter fades as he rises to check on his patient. 

Seokjin, as always, is right. You’d gone too deep this time. Let yourself believe the lie. As much as you didn’t want to admit that you could be compromised, you knew the truth. You’d fallen for Yoongi, and now you had to clean up the mess you’d made, before anyone else got hurt. 

Even if it meant breaking your own heart.

Seokjin wanders back into the kitchen. “The transfusion is almost complete, but he’s gonna need to rest for a while longer.” 

“Can he - “

“He can stay here, that’s fine.” Seokjin looks so tired. You wonder how you must look. Probably about half dead. “But what are you going to do now? Call for backup?” 

You shake your head and reach into your satchel, pulling out the box from Yoongi’s safe. Inside, as you’d expected, lies a key. 

“No. I’m gonna finish what I’ve started.” Jimin’s face flashes through your mind and your vision goes red. And then Yoongi’s, and your heart pangs, even as you make your vow. “I’m gonna bring him down.” 

Yoongi hates this. 

He hates hiding. His safe house isn’t nearly as luxurious as his other house or the vacation home he’d just bought on the bay. Most of the rooms here are nearly empty, save for a random couch or table. Except for the one room that is fully stocked with guns and ammunition, along with a small safe stashed with emergency cash. But beyond that, the house is bare. It’s not meant to be a long-term residence, he knows, but he hates it anyway. 

He also hates not having his daughter with him. He’d called Da-som’s friend’s mother at dawn and told her that he had to go out of town for work suddenly and asked if she could look after her for a few days. Not having her by his side fills him with anxious energy, makes him want to claw his skin off. He hopes this won’t take more than a day or two. 

But that. That’s the thing that he hates the most - not knowing. Not knowing where you are, or what your plan is, or how any of this will end. Makes him feel weak. Powerless. Like he used to be. 

Like when Da-som’s mother left him.

He fucking hates feeling powerless. He will not go back. 

From his perch on the table that serves as the sole furniture in this room, Jimin watches him stalk back and forth, like a tiger prowling his cage. He doesn’t say anything to Yoongi, likely not wanting him to bruise his throat again. Jimin’s developed a bit of a squeak when he laughs, and it has not amused him in the slightest. Although Yoongi thinks it’s pretty funny.

The burner phone in Jimin’s pocket buzzes and he flips it open. “Any sign?” 

Yoongi halts in his tracks, waiting.

Jimin sighs. “Fine. Just keep looking.” He tosses his phone on the mahogany surface, merely shaking his head at the older man. 

Yoongi resumes his steps. Where the fuck did you go? You couldn’t have gotten very far in Jungkook’s police cruiser. It never returned to the station, and Yoongi’s goons are sweeping the area under his orders. But even though he has everyone searching for you, you’re nowhere to be found. 

“We’ll find them,” Jimin finally speaks. “It’s just a matter of time.” 

“Time is running out,” Yoongi spits back. The longer you’re gone, the more likely it is that you’ve called in reinforcements. Set a trap in motion. He can’t just sit here and wait for the walls to close in on him. 

He needs to move. 

“Listen, I nailed the kid, so he’s undoubtedly slowing the two of them down. We’ve got guys watching the hospitals, the clinics, every medical center in a 100 mile radius - there’s no way they’ll get past us to get him some help.” Jimin smoothly slides off the table, brushing dust from the sleeves of his button-down shirt. “We just have to be patient.” 

Yoongi immediately pounces forward, pressing Jimin back into the wall behind him. He doesn’t touch the younger man, but holds him in place with the intensity of his stare. 

“No. I’ve been patient. For five fucking years now, I’ve waited to take my place at the top of the chain in this goddamn city. And now that I’m here, I’m not going to fucking hide and wait any longer. YN-” he curses silently at the slip-up, “she isn’t going to take everything from me.”

“What are you saying?” Jimin asks, wincing at Yoongi’s glare. The usual sociopathic gleam in Jimin’s eye is dimmed under the older man’s gaze. He’s terrified right now.

“There’s a key in that safe that she stole. It belongs to another box, where I have kept a very important list. Among other things.” If only he hadn’t kept that safe at his house. If only he hadn’t brought you there. If only you were who you said you were. “I’ve got to get to that list. It’s the only thing that she needs to bring this all down.”

“And you think you can get to it first?” 

“No.” Yoongi laughs, a cold, ugly sound that sends chills down Jimin’s spine. “I’m sure she’ll beat me to it. In fact, I’m counting on it.”

For the first time in hours, Jimin grins. “Okay, so an ambush, then?” 

Yoongi nods.

“You know I’m in. But… everything you just said, how you just got all this power…” Jimin pauses, considering his words very carefully, “are you prepared to lose it all just to beat her?”

“I’d rather lose it all in a blaze of glory than have that bitch steal it from me,” Yoongi retorts, ignoring the stab of pain in his chest when he snarls the word ‘bitch.’ Stop it, you pussy. Stop pretending like she means anything, he berates himself. 

“Blaze of glory? Fuck yeah, let’s go.” Jimin pulls his handgun from his holster and cocks it. 

Yoongi smirks. “Let’s burn.” 

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[illicitlamb]

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝖶𝖾𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗑 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋

— entry for 2024 Wyler Spring Fest [@weylerwritingevents] │ inspired themes: change, spring allergies

summary: Tyler cares for a sick Wednesday.

—word count: 1.2k

—warnings: mentions of vomiting

—a/n. this was something i wrote really quick because i've always wanted to participate in a writing event like this. i didn't have a lot of time so i hope this is good enough. :)

Tyler carried the steaming bowl with one hand while the other knocked on his bedroom door. But when there was no response, he cracked the door enough to slip through and shut it in his wake. Setting the bowl on the bedside table, he faced the blindside of Wednesday’s still body to reach out with a gentle hand.

“Wednesday?” His voice hovered above a whisper while he brushed her bangs back. Her brow gently hardened under his touch before she rolled over to look up at him through narrowed eyes, a groan pressing her throat. “Hey. I made you some soup.” A chuckle left his lips when she only blinked. “Yeah, I know it’s not your favorite, but it’s the best thing to eat when you’re sick.”

He placed her pillow against the headboard so she could sit up properly. Bringing a spoonful to her mouth, she parted her lips but not to take him up on his offer.

“I’m sick, Tyler, not disabled.” Her voice was still hoarse and was held hostage in a softer tone. “I can feed myself.”

Galpin beamed awkwardly. “Oh, y-yeah. I just didn’t want you to spill it on yourself.” Those dark orbs of hers struck like sharp, onyx gems as usual. “I thought you might still be a little loopy from the cough syrup.”

“I was never loopy,” grumbled Addams.

He nodded. “Aye-aye, captain.” Handing her the bowl, he watched her stare at the broth before taking a sip. Then another. “Better than taking medicine, huh?” She had fought him on taking medication, claiming that doing so only compromises the immune system’s natural defenses further. Or in simple terms: adapt or die.

The other glared at him. She did not appreciate his humor even if she did prefer the soup over thick, cherry-flavored syrup and horse pills. Although she did not like soup much more, it did soothe her raw, sore throat.

She only glanced away when the Hyde’s hand pressed her forehead for a moment.

“You still feel a little warm,” he reported and then touched her cheek. “That might be because you’re under the covers.”

Wednesday did not bother keeping the conversation focused on her. “I thought you had to work this evening.”

“I was, until I found out you won’t take care of yourself.”

“I’m not a child,” her comeback was quick but more mellow than she anticipated. “I know how to take care of myself, Tyler. Trying to do a good deed by forcing medicine into me and waiting on me, hand and foot, isn’t going to have a good word carved on your epitaph.”

The other smirked. “I’d hope not.” He sat down on the edge of the mattress. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I’m just tryna be a friend, Wednesday.” On seeing the weariness in her pale face, he decided to leave her be for the time being.

Once the Raven finished as much of the broth as she could manage, Tyler took the dish downstairs and allowed her to occupy herself with her book while he focused on his laptop. The two kept quiet for about 30 minutes before Wednesday’s voice broke the silence.

“Tyler?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you come sit with me?”

This had Galpin turning in his desk chair. He found that she had put her novel on the side table and was sitting further up as if she was uneasy about something. “Sure,” he responded, getting up from his seat. “Are you okay?” He rounded the bed to meet the mattress.

“I’m just a little nauseous.”

“Okay, well, I have Pepto. That might help.”

But she shook her head. “No, I just-” Her stomach churned, forcing out what she never thought she would ever ask him. “Could you just stay with me?”

“Yeah, anything you need,” was his vow. As she released a nasal sigh, he glanced at his computer and hatched a quick idea. “Do you want to watch something to help take your mind off of your stomach?” Luckily for him, she gave a somewhat-reluctant nod.

Returning with his laptop, he sat back against the headboard and scrolled through his downloaded movies. “Is there anything in particular you wanna watch?” He left it alone when the other’s reply was a quiet “you choose.”

The beginning of J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings trilogy flashed on the screen. The uncomfortable fizzing in Addams’s stomach persevered despite the proposed distraction. She chose to stay still to keep any sloshing at bay while her black nails curled into the covers beneath them. Normally, reading was soothing to her, but this time around, she could not focus on the words without the bubbling feeling in her stomach threatening to reach up her esophagus. If she needed to run to the bathroom, it was better to keep her book away from any possibility of being vomited on. While she was not too nauseated, she was waiting for that one moment to send her running.

Then she felt a hand touch her back.

“It’s okay, Wednesday. Just try to relax.” Galpin’s palm glided up and down her spine with strokes that leveled her nerves better than she knew was possible. No one had touched her like this before besides her mother. No one had ever dared to. To her surprise, it was something new that she felt was different… but in a weirdly, calming way.

Taking another deep breath, the Raven maintained her stiff position. Every now and then, she would feel the Hyde’s gentle caressing upon her six while trying to focus on the movie playing. Her claws began to loosen their grip as her stomach slowly leveled out with her anxiety. Yes, the film was something to listen to besides her contemplating thoughts, but that distraction was not what had her falling back into peace – it was Tyler who distracted her.

One thing led to another before Wednesday was lying down once more. She had shifted closer to the barista yet kept her head up to see the laptop’s screen. Her sinuses pulsed while her brain struggled to keep up with its ability to stay awake with each passing minute. But when she did finally give into sleep again, the other felt a weight lean against his bicep. 

Looking over, Tyler found shut eyelids and the soft rise and fall of his crush’s torso. Her head had fallen onto his arm like she could trust him for once. That was all he wanted. He wanted her to feel like she could trust him with whatever, whenever. He would always be there for her whether she liked it or not. Yeah, she drove him wild with her remarks and ways of doing things, but that somehow only made him fall for her harder, and made him want her even more.

And she would deny it, no doubt. She denied countless offers of his sympathy and refused his help with things that she struggled with. She was stubborn. It was in her blood, but it was also in her blood to fall in love as any given girl does. Outcast or not, she was still human, still had a beating heart, and still had just as much of a chance to have her steel walls come crashing down by someone who has the courage to love her. Tyler Galpin loved her; that was no secret. But if you asked Wednesday Addams if she loved him…

She would lie, without a doubt.

[mishafletcher]

i wrote a book called cooking is terrible, which you can buy on amazon, or at any of the retailers here, or pretty much anywhere you can buy books.

the main post was getting pretty long, and the faq was also pretty long, but people often ask what kinds of recipes are in it, so here are some example recipes!

butter bean salad

Rinse and drain a tin of butter beans. Add crumbled feta and capers. Dress with lemon juice, olive oil, and a little bit of mustard.

Variations: Add quartered marinated artichoke hearts. Add chopped red onion. Add fresh chopped parsley, or fresh or dried thyme. Add sumac to the dressing. (If you do all these things, you have a main course salad that is fancy enough to serve at a party, or to grudgingly take to the work potluck.)

Keeps in the fridge for three to five days.

shitty soup

This soup isn’t actually shitty—it’s actually nice, and I eat it a lot—but we started calling it shitty soup, and the name’s stuck.

Bring enough stock for one person to a boil.

Add about 2 Tbsp of pastina. When the pasta is nearly done (which is only like, two minutes), crack in an egg and turn the pot to a simmer. After about two minutes of simmering, add some sort of veggie—shredded carrots, fresh or frozen spinach, frozen peas—and let it cook for another minute or two. Tada! You’ve made soup.

You can change this up, and don’t have to include all three bits—pasta and a few veggies, or just an egg boiled in stock, is great, and totally a meal. I give all three components mainly so there’s a note about timing. There are a million variations on this—add tomato paste or sesame oil, add other veggies, cook the egg to different degrees of doneness, etc. You can add a little cheese at the end, or a handful of (rinsed) tinned beans, or shreds of previously cooked meat. But at its most basic, broth + something else = soup, which is a meal that you can totally manage to make for yourself in under ten minutes, and then you can smugly tell the internet that you’re sure that what they’re having is nice and all, but you’re having homemade soup. And let’s be honest—most nights, this soup is not good enough to justify that, but who cares. Sometimes you gotta take what you can get.

things you can put on top of cottage cheese or yogurt to make them feel more like an interesting meal

this is just a list of ideas. the things in parentheses are optional extras, though you can use—or not use—whatever you'd like.

Peach or pineapple chunks

Jam

Pumpkin or apple butter

Berries

Cantaloupe/rockmelon

Granola or muesli

Apples, cinnamon, and honey

Literally just honey

Cinnamon sugar

Sunflower seeds + raisins + shredded cheese

Chili powder + black beans + avocado

Chopped tomatoes + garlic (+ spinach) (+ steak seasoning)

Cut-up spinach and chopped green onions (+ tomatoes)

Sundried tomatoes and olives

Chopped cucumber and olives (+ za’atar)

Salsa or hot sauce

Chopped radish, ready cooked beets, or cucumber + dill (+ garlic)

Mix in a bunch of Milo, Nesquick, or other sweetened chocolate powder. (You might want to add a splash of milk.)

Mangos + cardamom (+ honey or other sweetener) (+ pistachios)

Balsamic vinegar (+ strawberries if you wanna get fancy)

Basically any fresh herbs you have + salt

A spoonful of nut butter (+ chocolate)

Dried meat (like pork or mushroom floss, or that weird shredded jerky) + green onion

if you think all this sounds terrible, that's cool—this is not the cookbook for you.

if you're like, 'oh shit, i could make that soup in less than fifteen minutes,' maybe pick up a copy.

[finalgirlkateausten]

a brief interruption

Set after SG-1 3x06 Point of View; Sam can't help but tease Jack after he returns to their reality. Title from Glitch by Taylor Swift which is just too perfect for this ep. (Side note, I know the SG-1 team doesn't necessarily live on base, but. It's 0230 and i only started writing this at like midnight. Let's ignore those specifics and just enjoy the Sam/Jack messiness 💗)

Major Samantha Carter has an incredibly high threshold for what she considers ‘weird’. With the amount of shit she sees in a week, there are things that would send the average civilian running for the hills that she won’t even set her coffee down for. She’s friends with little gray men. She’d practically adopted a child rescued from an alien planet. Almost nothing fazes her.

Almost nothing.

Pacing back and forth across her quarters, she decides that today might just be the weirdest fucking day she’s ever had. It’s already after midnight, but if she was going to be able to sleep tonight, she would’ve done it by now. The lab is empty when she gets there, but that’s how she likes it. Nobody there but her and her thoughts.

Unfortunately, her thoughts do not want to focus on energy generation or stabilizing the system she’d cracked the code on earlier with her alternate self. She keeps looking from the prototype to her notes from earlier, but she’s not processing any of it. She sits at the desk, hunched over with her elbow on the table, but her hand that’s supposed to be writing keeps traveling to her own face, her knuckles rubbing over her cheekbone like she’d watched Jack do as he’d held her alternate self, so gently, so tenderly. Forget the kiss, she’s jealous of the way the other Sam had gotten to lean into him, to draw comfort from his warm, solid form.

Wait. Jealous? Sam frowns down at her notes. Where had that come from? She’s not jealous, not of any of it. Her heart goes out to the other Sam, who had lost her world and everyone she loved and still kept fighting to move forward, move on. But that’s it. Admiration, respect, maybe some pity. No jealousy.

She drops her pen on the desk and unplugs the wires she’d hooked to the prototype. She’s not focused enough to work tonight. But going back to her quarters just to lie in the dark doesn’t feel like a good idea either. Sam sighs and wanders down the halls until she finds the mess, predictably deserted.

She doesn’t even get four spoonfuls of cereal into her mouth before it becomes un-deserted.

Jack startles when he spots her, nearly dropping the meal he’s just microwaved. “Carter. Hi.”

Sam waves her spoon at him. “Burning the midnight oil, sir?”

He snorts and shakes his head, sitting down across the table from her. “Trying to decide what the hell to put in that mission report.”

If she’s bewildered by the events of the day, she can’t imagine how he feels. “I bet.” She takes another bite of cereal but speaks around it, before she can stop herself. “So, how was it?”

Jack doesn’t answer immediately, but his smirk says he knows what she’s asking about. “Terrible,” he says drily, the word soaked in sarcasm.

Sam smothers a laugh. “I’m so sorry.” She rests her chin on one hand, more comfortable teasing him back now that his eyes have that familiar twinkle of amusement. “I’m sure I would do it better.” She’s not; the other version of herself had been so touchy-feely and sentimental and open, all qualities Sam feels further away from every year. But that doesn’t matter, because she’s joking. She’s joking.

“Too bad we’ll never find out.” Jack is still holding eye contact, still smirking, and if Sam didn’t know better she would think he was leading her on, that he was flirting back.

Back? No. She’s not flirting. Is she?

“Of course not,” she agrees, biting her lip. “It’s against regulations. And you’d never break any rules, would you, Colonel?”

It’s pretty dark in the mess, which must be why Jack’s pupils are so dilated. “Now, Major,” he says, his voice slow and sure, “that sounds like a challenge.”

“Security teams are probably dozing,” she points out, her heart rate ramping up. This is so incredibly stupid, and she was joking, and now neither of them are. “It wouldn’t be a challenge, just an experiment. You know. Further research into the differences in alternate realities…”

“Well, you scientists do love your research,” Jack murmurs. He’s leaning across the table already.

Sam shoves her bowl out of the way, milk splashing over her fingers. “This definitely doesn’t need to go in the mission report.”

Jack takes her chin in one hand when he kisses her, pulling her toward him until their lips meet. He’s bracing himself against the table, so that firm grip is the only place he’s touching her, aside from the kiss. Sam, on the other hand, is digging her fingers into his shoulders, his BDU jacket seeming impossibly thin, with the amount of heat she can feel radiating off him through the fabric. He’d pulled her off balance and she’d gasped and then his tongue was in her mouth, which, holy shit.

All she’s been able to think about all night is kissing Jack O’Neill. Now that she’s doing it, her mind is incredibly, blissfully blank.

She’s practically panting when Jack leans back. It takes a few seconds for her to remember how to form words again. “So?” she asks, her voice huskier than normal, “who was better?”

Jack licks his lips. “Y’know, it was close. Maybe I need another try?”

The second kiss is somehow, mind-blowingly, even better.

Sam still gives him a third, though.

Just to make sure.

[sapphobolide]

FFXIVWrite Day 9 — "Lend an Ear"

Rain drummed on the roof of the Pendants, and gusted into Tamsyn’s room on the wind. Her window was open, because the ghost that was haunting her wanted to look at the night sky.

“You won’t see the stars till the clouds pass,” she said from the kitchenette. “Or have you forgotten how that works?”

“Just the rain’s enough,” Ardberta murmured, though Tamsyn still heard her. “After so long…Gods, I wish I could feel it.”

“Well, I can. It’s cold.” The kettle whistled, and Tamsyn busied herself with taking another crack at her room’s coffee maker. Rather than a traditional brewer like she might find in Limsa Lominsa, the Crystarium had thin devices that held ground coffee and hot water in two tiny, stacking chambers. Screw them on tight and pull a lever, and a plunger pushed the water through the coffee until it dribbled out into a small ceramic mug. The concentrated, bitter liquid had reminded her more of Garlean espresso than anything else. She had a few ideas to improve it, though. “If you’re going to let get my rugs wet, the least you could do is help me with my Vrandtic.”

“You have the Echo, haven’t you?” Ardberta looked over. “We’ve always been able to understand each other.”

“Yes, because we both have it.” Tamsyn poured cream and sour yogurt into a bowl, dashed in a spoonful of beet sugar, and began whisking it up. “The Echo’s only ever let me understand languages. Do you know how difficult it is to have a conversation when I can hear what everyone is saying, but my own contributions are limited to stoic nodding and the occasional glare?”

“Alright, point taken.” The ghost turned her back to the night. She looked much the same as when they had fought, back in Eorzea—same black and red leather armor, messy hair still pulled back in the same high tail, the same bloodstains on her great bearded axe. Only now Tamsyn was the Warrior of Darkness, and Ardberta was the dead girl walking. “Though I’ve never been much of a teacher, I’m afraid. Nyelbert was always the first to explain something the rest of us didn’t understand. Not that we’d get it then, mind. Lamitt was better at putting things into words people could use.”

Stiff peaks in the bowl. Tamsyn set it down and began portioning coffee and hot water. She grated cinnamon bark into the grounds before locking all the various pieces into the device. “Always the magic-users, isn’t it?” she tried in Vrandtic. “I suppose adventurers don’t change much across…pieces? Shards.”

“Shards.” Ardberta's eyes drifted away from the room around them. “It was just a way to get by, at first. A way to get away. From home, from the expectations. To see what lay over the next hill. To seek the horizon.”

Tamsyn pulled the lever, and thick, brown espresso bubbled out. Working quickly, she split it between two small cups, then scooped a generous dollop of whipped cream onto both. She placed them both on the table with a twirl. “Aha!”

Ardberta looked down at the coffee, then back up. Her expression was guarded, hard. “Is this supposed to be funny?”

Tamsyn blinked, then looked at what she’d done. Two identical portions. “…Shit.”

“Did it on instinct, did you?” Ardberta smirked, sadly. “Is it that woman? The one you’re always asking after.”

“Caswyn.” She sat down and sipped some espresso. The sour-sweet tang of the cream complimented the bitter brew suprisingly well. The cinnamon was a nice touch, too. She would’ve liked it.

“You must have been together for a long time.”

Had they? “It feels longer than its been, I think. We took our time admitting what was happening between us.” She looked over the top of her mug at Ardberta. “Did you ever have someone like that?”

The ghost shrugged. “Nothing too serious. I knew I’d never be able to be with another woman at home—it’s one reason why I left.”

“I can relate to that.”

“But adventuring doesn’t exactly lend itself to stable relationships.”

Tamsyn took another sip. “Your group seemed pretty stable.”

Ardberta looked away, uncomfortable. “Well, romance never really entered the picture. Renda-Rae had her own pursuits she enjoyed between work. And Lamitt…” She shifted. “Lamitt valued her Dwarven traditions. I’m sure her preferences didn’t go that way.”

“Mhm.” Tamsyn took a long, noisy sip of espresso.

“Don’t give me that.” Ardberta motioned at Caswyn’s cup. “Tell me about her, then. In Vrandtic.”

“Alright, alright.” Tamsyn couldn’t keep the smile from her lips. “There was this one fight we had together, with a primal named Susano…”

[kayssweetdreams]

Maestro Hiccups 3: Chaos Incarnate Ch 24

You look towards the door that lead outside. If you could pry it open, all the soup would come rushing out, and you could get to Leo and Haoyu. You scan the room looking for anything that could be of use, when you spot some cooking utensils as big as you nearby.

"Yuri? Could you grab some of those? I have an idea!" You ask, pointing towards them. "Sure! C'mon Wormy!" She says, rushing towards the larger than life utensils. Yuri grabs a very large fork, while Wormsworth manages to get a huge knife, and a gigantic spoon. The two of them rush back to you, with your large utensils in hand. "Good! Now Follow me!" You say, leading them over to the door.

You take a leap of faith, jumping over other things that were poking above the boiling bisque, before reaching solid ground. AND The door. You then stick your fork in, and begin prying at the shut door. Emma and Yuri join you as you attempt to catch a grip on the large door. The three of you use as much combined strength as you could to at least crack the door open, when you notice a small sliver of light coming from the door. You smile "It's working! Keep going!" You yell out.

The three of you continue to strain, before you feel the door finally open, allowing the boiling soup to flood out into the endless cloudy sky that existed in Haoyu's world. You watched as the soup level got lower and lower, finally enabling Haoyu and Leo to jump down in front of you. "Whoo...Thanks, I was sweating like crazy from up there." Leo said, ringing out his clothes. "Hey! On the bright side, the bass is off, and now we can go look for the others" Emma said.

"Yeah. But let's get back to Balan real quick. We gotta make sure that his hiccups haven't done TOO much damage...and we need something to keep poor Y/N's eyes from acting up." Haoyu says, gazing at your rose colored eyes. "He's right. Considering how the hiccups make things much...harder as time goes by, you're gonna need something to keep you from losing your mind." Leo states. You rub at your pink eyes, he absolutely DID have a point. You couldn't keep walking around, bumping into stuff that wasn't there.

"Well then, Let's go! Next stop! The theater!" Haoyu says, directing you towards the exit. A door with a top hat meets your vision as you all walk through it...and fall to your inevitable demise...

The End.

Gotcha didn't I?

When you finally stop falling, you find yourself in something wet, but also sweet. Getting up, you see that you have fallen into a very big strawberry pie. Shaking away the filling, you see Balan looking rather concerned, but he seemed to talking to someone you haven't seen before. He was tall and thin LIKE Balan, but the different was that he was more dark, and possessed multi-colored tentacles on his back.

The pie you find yourself in immediately turned into a diamond encrusted bathtub, prompting you to let out a surprised squeal, catching both of their attention. Balan immediately rushed to your side "Dear Y/N! You're back and you've found Leo! That makes two down, and 5 more to to!" He says bombastically. However, just as the words left his mouth, a loud "HIC!" was heard. However, this didn't come from Balan, but rather the tentacled man behind him.

All of a sudden, various bats came flying down and trying to take a bite from you. But due to your rosy eyes, you saw various butterflies gently fluttering down to you. "Ooh! Pretty butterflies!" You coo, holding out a hand for them. You hear another voice yell out in fear "What in Wonderworld are you doing?! Don't you know that trouble might be brewing?!" You heard the voice say, as well as something wrapping around your wrist to drag them away from the 'butterflies'

You tug at your wrists, only to realize it must have come from the other person talking. "Whoops! I forgot to mention, this is my counterpart Lance, it slipped my mind from the tension." You hear Balan's voice say. "OH! So you're Lance! I guess that hiccup came from you then...but if Balan's hiccups make reality go insane, what do your hiccups do?" You ask. "Lance's hiccups are different than mine, but the effect is still less than fine. For Lance's hiccups you see, make one's worst fears a reality." Balan explained.

You visibly pale at his statement. ONE case of magic hiccups were bad enough, but two at the same time? This was gonna be tough... You notice that Haoyu begins running over to you "Actually, about that Balan...your hiccups DID end up effecting Y/N..." He said, gesturing your pink eyes. Balan leans in close, a worried expression on his face "Oh dear, forgive me...I didn't think that they'd mess with your ability to see." Balan says "Um...it's OK Balan, but do you think that you have anything that might help with Y/N's senses?" Leo asks.

"I may have something, but it's only a prototype, but if it works, it'll be worth the hype." Balan says. He retreats into the maestros quarters, before coming back with what appeared to be an odd looking pair of glasses, and a special kind of sleeves. "These are creations of my own design, they tell you what is dangerous, and what is fine. If you keep on the glasses, you'll see what is real, and having on the sleeves, you'll know what you can feel." He says. "There, however are some kinks that haven't been worked out yet, though if you give them a test, I'll know about the rest!"

You look down at the sleeves and glasses. On the one hand, These could help you see reality for what it was, and you could finally know what you're looking at and touching when you went to find the others. However, Balan DID say there were some kinks to work out still...what exactly ARE those kinks? Could they make your odd senses of feeling and sight permanent? What if they fused to your body and never came off? The risks and the reward are equally matched

[babsvibes]

maybe bts with local flour outage? I love your fics btw!

Local Flour Outage

Behind the scenes under the cut!

In some ways, power outages held a type of charm.

As I have made abundantly clear, I am from Texas and WOULD have had no idea what a power outage during winter is actually like. Except, lucky for you all, our state government is full of a bunch of cucks and we had that winter storm last year that lasted longer because of our shit electrical grid, so I got to be very familiar with what stands out when you’ve been cold and without internet for a few days.

Determined not to let that ache in her chest control her

Almost every poem I’ve ever written has been about story and nostalgia and the pain of fond memories. I think if I leaned more into that, I could maybe try writing more prose, but don’t worry I’ll keep the heavy dialogue going for now lol

Now, moving into the fourth day, Louise noticed the frayed edges and fading vibrance of her perfectly curated furniture.

There would be absolutely no sense of what Louise’s apartment looks like if it wasn’t for my beta Gemgirl28 who said “have you considered describing a setting?”

“But I’m not walking out in the freeze to help you kill yourself.”

“Just this once?”

I love that this became the summary, but it was originally supposed to be Louise kicking Logan out of her apartment:

“Are you really that naive?” Logan bent down to her height and whispered, full of spite, “Every person you have ever been with has wanted to be the little spoon. Wanted to wear you like a backpack, and it’s just a fact of life.”

“Here’s another fact for you,” Louise said and started to shouldered him towards the door. “Freeze to death in your own apartment. I’m tired of your goddamn attitude.”

Without permission, he directed himself to the couch and plopped down, claiming his favorite spot closer to the arc lamp he would swing back and forth when bored.

My favorite activity is sneaking in a million different ways that these two Know each other and seeing which ones my readers latch onto. This one didn’t land, but I think everyone was too distracted by the make out scene lol.

“-an Aunt Gayle original from her anus period.”

The greatest string of words I’ve ever put together.

They swapped stories about their most terrible presents received, and he again reminded her of how much he loooved his melon baller and the ton of action it got in the very back of his utensil drawer.

I think one day I’ll rewrite this piece. I’m so grateful that people like it, but bits like this seem rushed to me. Of course, the first fic I ever posted was 4k words about a 10 minute car ride, sooo that might just be my desire to slow the fuck down and actually LIVE in this conversation lol

“Uhhh,” she scratched her chin. “I have scrabble?”

With how hard he jolted and shook his head, she was surprised his neck hadn’t cracked.

“Absolutely not.”

Tom Bush saying “it’s you-know-what night” when referring to him and Cynthia’s Scrabble Night changed me as a person.

“Oh my god,” she said, concealing none of her astonishment. “Did you not know you can use gas during a power outage?”

Ripped from the very real experience of my current partner not knowing you could use gas in a power outage. The winter storm taught us a lot about each other.

“I have a heat source. You go shiver in the living room.”

Nobody cared that they got pranked three times, and I am POUTING about it. (I posted a pirate fic for the the shiver prompt, I posted a more conventional shiver story the day after, AND I put up 8 fics instead of 7). I feel like that deserves sooome “oh you old so and so!” But no. Everybody’s distracting by the ✨kissing✨

She stilled as a pair of arms wrapped around her hips. Through their multiple layers, she could feel him all the same pressed against her back. Neither moved. He had even stopped breathing.

👀👀👀 ooooooo, lol I love Logan taking risks romantically. He basically has to because Louise would never without like a toooon of narrative influence and introspection, but he’s also very stubborn and (in my headcanons) worries about being loved. It leads to him ALSO not wanting to take the first step, but anytime a character goes “actually, wait, no, yeah I’m gonna do it” my heart does little flips. Awkward characters arent my cup of tea, and, while he may be an idiot, Logan’s confident about it.

“You didn’t know? You lose a lot of heat in the neck,” and he punctuated the thought with what could have been a kiss, but all she could focus on was the breath ghosting over her pulse point.

Have y’all seen The Waitress (the movie)? There’s this scene where she’s in the kitchen and the doctor is kissing her neck, and the whole time I’m like “more of this always and forever”

Grabbing the handle, Logan didn’t bother with a bowl and scooped straight from the pot.

King of dumbass bachelor behavior

That still didn’t give him the right to come into her apartment with his words, and his face, and his arms and-

A line that I can hear lol

“I don’t care.” Logan stuck his nose in the air. “I know what I’m worth, and it’s at least ten minutes of being little spoon.”

Fucking love this whole exchange about being the little spoon. This is where the fic originated (an idea of Louise and Logan arguing about who was going to get to be little spoon), so it kind of read like it’s the heart of the fic. To me at least!

“I hate how beds are cold when you first get in,” Louise said to the ceiling, “and you have to lay there for a bit until it warms up.”

“That’s most things though, isn’t it?” Logan shrugged and shuffled to also talk to the ceiling. “You have to jump in then adjust.”

What is this? Literary devices maybe? Dramatic irony perhaps? I may be laying it on a bit thick, but I was excited for this part because it’s like “yeah it’s new and that’s different but it’ll be good if you give it a chance. And if it never warms up then you jump out, but like wouldn’t you rather try to be cozy if that’s what you want anyway?”

He whistled, and she tilted to find him staring at the wall where her hwandudaedo was mounted.

Trying to find a sword for Louise sent me on an hour long quest where I absolutely got distracted and starting watching “rusty sword restored” type videos. The ones that kinda sound like asmr? Yeah those. I retained NONE of the sword knowledge.

She was wearing his shirt.

The wearing of another character’s clothes in my writing is a pretty good indication that something sexy is about to happen in the next ten lines or so.

His hand slipped under one, and the chill of his fingers hit her bare skin. Much like the dripping faucet, it shocked her but in a way that made her feel alive.

Connecting a line later on back to the intro is something that can actually be so personal

“What?” Logan asked then nosed under her beanie, his cheek brushing against her ear. “Jeez!”

She jerked away at the sudden noise, turning to glare at him. “Ow! Be careful, that’s my ear you’re yelling in.”

If you’re worried about writing sexy, write something unsexy to put in there. It eases your own nerves, makes it feel more realistic, and give your characters something to joke about (and humor is very very sexy)

The “Oh fuck” fell out of his mouth like it had been waiting on his tongue for too long. His hand agreed, shooting up from her waist and into her hair, and pulling her to him for a kiss. Her similar habit of not backing down led her to deepen their passion until both were left breathless.

Again, they parted with matching shudders. Logan’s choke for air halfway made it out of his mouth before he swallowed it back down. He angled his chin in tiny measures but didn’t come closer even as his lips stayed parted with all the wanting and hoping neither could verbalize.

This bit came to me while I was in the shower. I have never once interrupted my showers for anything, not god, king, or country, but I damn near bust my ass slipping out of the bathroom to write this down.

She angled to give him more room but let a whisper escape her. “So good.”

Stuck just before another bite, he stilled.

“Again,” he said, rough and desperate.

Me, chanting and beating on the table: praise kink, praise kink, praise kink. But then also continuing to play with the power dynamics by having him make a demand while being horned up? (Double tucks my hair) not so bad if I do say so myself

The power came back at eight that night, but Louise and Logan decided they wanted to pretend for a little while longer.

They didn’t fuck btw. I know I know, but consider the horrible wonderful build up to their actual sex scene? Hm? Anyway, loooved how this ended, and I hope y’all did too!

[absolutesort]

FRANKIE & VICTORIA —  DAY THIRTY-SEVEN.

location :      ???? in the grass

description :   frankie gives victoria her creme brulee and victoria pretends to like it.

featuring :  victoria   /  @victoriafm

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨. “be honest, is it terrible?” frankie asks, head in her hands, peeking out at victoria through her fingers. she feels like she’s found herself in one of those youtube holes tagged as oddly satisfying, where you know you should close the tab but you can’t look away. you have to know if it's cake! “zeke from high school musical just gained sooo many respect points.” frankie still hasn’t cracked her crème brûlée. tapping the little caramelised lid with the spoon and feeling it shatter is her favourite part, all that anticipation, the build up. when it’s gone, all she’s got left is the (probably shitty) dessert underneath it. “the mug cakes were charlene’s idea. in case the crème brûlée is inedible,” she says, pointing to a steaming brownie in a mug that says ‘eat, sleep, crack on, repeat’ along the handle. “and the strawberries… well, those were already done by production. so you’ve kind of got a smörgåsbord of sweet treats.” hopefully jenny and charlene haven’t filled her up too much, but if they have, she’s sure none of this will go to waste with miles and angel scoffing everything they can get their hands on. “smörgåsbord. i love that word. it’s so fun to say. you try it.”  

victoria jennings

victoria takes a bite and lets out an mmmm. "it's actually so good. you made this?" she doesn't mean for it to sound mean even though it comes out incredulously, like she can't believe it. "oh and you're referencing high school musical? are you my dream girl?" anyone who has been around victoria for more than a few minutes knows that she loves that franchise. she's a total sharpay and not afraid to admit it. when frankie taps the creme brulee, victoria takes a bite. she's surprised because creme brulee seems really fucking hard to make especially in a time crunch. creme brulee is so fancy and it's just the kind of thing that victoria likes. not to sound like a snob, but victoria had expensive taste and frankie really delivered. "it's far from inedible but i'll take a smörgåsbord of desserts any day." she smiles. "smörgåsbord is a fun word to say, you're right." she takes another bite of the creme brulee before taking a strawberry and eating it, sensually as possible. "do you want one?" offering to feed a strawberry to frankie was bold but that's who victoria was.

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.

disbelief pools in the centre of her face, nose wrinkling like crushed wrapping paper. “fuck off! are you serious?” she means that the desert is good, not that she’s apparently her dream girl, ignoring that in favour of keeping her cool. frankie’s like a magpie when it comes to new things, eyes always drawn to the shiny new bell ringing from a baby's rattle, when she’s desperately trying to pivot her attention to the myriad of trinkets stocked up back in her nest. she takes her spoon then, raps it against the caramelised top of her creme brulee, a spark of satisfaction when it shatters beneath her tap. “god, i love that bit so much…” frankie groans, pulling up part of the sugary sheen, and dolloping it into her mouth. for a moment she’s silent, squinting as she tastes it, the way she might pretend to know shit about wine testing if she was ever given the opportunity to take a tour of a vineyard, though that seems unlikely. “it’s giving notes of total amateur, but they’re kind of being overpowered by the aftertaste of blind enthusiasm…?” and sheer dumb luck, professor mcgonagall might say, but she holds her tongue on that — doesn’t exactly want her name mentioned in the same breath as a terf. “uh…” frankie pauses, eyes flickering to the camera up in their faces like jim from the office, because wasn’t it always going to go this way? production had even told her, 'get chris’ attention before you feed her one'. fuck sake. she turns her gaze up to the balcony where miles is hanging around with josh and jude, before snapping it back to victoria. “sure.” it’s just a fucking strawberry. it’s not like she’s putting her tit in her mouth. she leans in, teeth snapping around the end of it and chewing off a good chunk of the fruit. “yum. you want one too?” frankie plucks one up, dips it into the melted chocolate, then leans in to smush it against victoria’s lips before she can even open them, her cackle so mischievous it borders on evil.

victoria jennings.

she laughs at frankie's disbelief, which frankly matches hers as well. she wasn't expecting something as fancy as creme brulee and she definitely wasn't expecting it to actually taste good. "i'm totally serious! cross my heart and hope to die and all that shit." she dramatically crosses her heart. when frankie takes the spoon, victoria can't help but watch her. just mesmerized by the other blonde. maybe she did have a type... "me too, it's so much fun." victoria had had creme brulee in many fancy places but something about it being made for her made it taste so much better. she was never sure of her love language, she never paid much attention to those kinds of things but maybe it was getting things made for her. was there a word for that besides being a brat? being a brat was her love language and they were all speaking it by spoiling her with food. "it's not giving amateur. give yourself a little more credit, babe." the babe slips so easily off her mouth she doesn't even have time to think if it's a good idea to call her that. she lets it roll off her back though, she's sure that it could be read as friendly even if that isn't her intention. she doesn't love the hesitation coming from frankie. she notices her eyes darting back to the terrace, when she looks up as well, she sees what frankie was looking at. miles. she didn't love that. but when frankie says sure, victoria forgets about that and gives her a sweet smile. "i'd love one." but before victoria can even open her mouth, the chocolate covered strawberry is all over her face. she gasps. "oh, you're mean!" she says with a laugh, grabbing a napkin before wiping her face off.

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.

one spoon of her dessert and frankie knows she's lying, or if not outright lying then at least embellishing. there's no way chef mario would let this out of his galley and into the bellies of guests — it's way too sugary. she could say working in luxury hospitality had given her a refined palette, but in truth she's just as likely to go for a cheeto and french fry sandwich, same way she's just as likely to go for a medium rare steak if its there and nobody’s eating it, despite being a vegetarian on the dotted line. “well, then you’re very fuckin’ sweet…” frankie responds, wholly unconvinced, but perhaps they just have a different taste for things. there’s a distinct energy to the conversation that she hadn’t expected, the same kind of forwardness she’d felt with eden, lingering glances that tickle her ego, and the bright drop of ‘babe’ in an otherwise regular statement. it feels like someone’s wrapped clingfilm around her internal organ and sucked them into shrink wrap. flirting’s so fucking fun, it’s one of her favourite hobbies, but now it feels like there’s a price attached, and that price is feeling miles start to slip through her fingers. so all she can do is have fun, make the bombshells feel welcome, and try not to lead anyone down a garden path of uncertainty.

“lean mean baking machine. that's what they call me down at the underground baking ring,” frankie quips, chatting shit, when victoria pulls her on her sadistic little act with the strawberry. “we meet up after dark and beat the shit out of eggs. its like, dude, what did those eggs ever do to you?” laughing, she plucks another strawberry from the dessert plate between them, dips it into the chocolate and sucks it from the end. “oh, you’ve got a little…” frankie gestures to her mouth. “no, it’s more like… wait, let me do it.” she sucks her thumb into her mouth, leans across the table and gathers up the dribble of chocolate from the corner of victoria’s cheek, bringing it back to lick it off her thumb. “you’re all good.”

[husbandohunter]

A Small Predicament [Baby Genshin x Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Cursed for a week, the boys either have to live with it or find a cure as soon as possible. You on the otherhand hoped otherwise.

(A/n): It only takes ONE glance for me to start having ideas. It was twelve in the morning yall, enjoy~

Oh here's part 2

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Scaramouche

• "Oh you shrank? I couldn't tell-"

• Threatens that he will murder you to pieces and burn your remains but his voice was so squeaky and high pitched (voice crack) that you couldn't help but burst into a tearful laughter. 

• Its payback time  Bully him, take his hat and hover it above his head. Truthfully, without his hat Scaramouche looks like a little schoolboy. Overall less intimidating.

• Tries glaring. Cute. He's really bratty as a kid, sitting on a high chair (which you had to help him get on) and demanding his servants to do his bidding. In reality, his personality never changed. You realized that even as a grown up he still acts like this (bratty kid in a grown man body).

• The curse made his week a living hell. Signora had the audacity to pull his ear when he misbehaves. Childe constantly messes with his hair while giving head pats and the WORST of all, pinching his cheeks. Scaramouche never wanted to commit arson so bad in his life.

• Eventually finds a cure so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore and orders everyone to never speak of it again. Though, he's plotting how he'll get revenge on everyone who made fun of him using the very same curse (You better run).

~~x~~

Diluc

• "Oh…Oh my! Diluc you're just so cute!" 

• Diluc grimaces as you glomp him in this state. How can you help it? With his head so small it makes his hair all the more fluffier! His coat no longer fits him to the point the sleeves had made past his fingertips. He tried wielding his claymore again, only to lose balance and fall flat onto his bum

• (insert kid voice "Retribution!") Did I mention the babyface?

• Diluc tries to act as if everything was normal, acting like the Darknight hero and Mondstadt's Tycoon but fun-sized. He couldn't. There was no way people would take him seriously in business meetings. Same with fighting abyss mages, his smaller form was too much of a disadvantage. Thus you ended up doing most of his paperwork.

• One time you caught him sitting on the floor couldn't reach his office desk  while reading away the various books for a cure. It was three in the morning. You told him it was way past his bedtime and he argues saying when did he ever have a curfew schedule. In the end you managed to convince him and he begrudgingly obliges.

• The type to NOT ask for help even when it's obvious that he really needs it. Before he was the one who helped you reach things from the top shelves, oh how the tables have turned. He avoids Kaeya like a plague unless he was in it for another round of funny remarks. When he wanted to go out and get some fresh air, you insisted on accompanying him. Worst mistake in his life. A travelling merchant bumps into you and commented that you had a very cute son. Diluc was mortified.

• The day ended up with him sulking in his room. Although it was tempting, you resisted from cooing over his adorable form after days of treating him like a child. It wasn't because you were teasing him, Diluc just works so hard that you wanted to spoil him a bit. At least he could still play a game of chess with you.

• When things went back to normal, Diluc ensures that you will NOT see him as your son.

~~x~~

Kaeya

• "Well look who it is, my little Prince Kaeya~"

• Tries really hard not be bothered by it at all. Kaeya still maintains his suave facade, throwing in a couple of flirting lines here and there (and forcing his voice to go a few octaves too low in which puberty has yet to occur HA). Though no matter what approach, he couldn't ignore the sparkling mischievious glint in your eye. You were obviously not taking him seriously.

• Things couldn't get any worse. He lost his masculine physique and boob window, he wasn't able to go to certain places without supervision. But the worst thing of all was that he was underaged. Kaeya hated the fact he couldn't drink anymore, he even insisted you to sneak him a few bottles (which you refused) and had to settle with plain beverages such as fruit juice (what an insult). He was never really grounded since his childhood days but he certainly felt like he was grounded now. 

• Kaeya still kisses you on the lips whether you like it or not. If you ask him to sit on your lap, he will find a way to turn the position into his favour such as resting his face between your breasts. You're not gonna treat him like a kid, nuh-uh, he actively avoids it.

• Since his personality still remains, Kaeya is a naughty child. He will use his innocent appearance to sway people (even you) to get what he wants. That was how he was able to take a sip of the wine he stole somewhere (he wouldn't tell you). Diluc scolded him heavily and threatened to ban him from drinking from his Tavern for a week (they ended up arguing, Kaeya being the passive aggressive little shit he is).

• He was extremely relieved to return back to his normal form again. He has so much to catch up (specifically his bedtime activities with you *wink wonk*)

~~x~~

Child(e)

• "Hmmm to be honest, this actually suits you very much."

• Unlike the other boys, Childe was completely okay with it. Turns out that YOU were the one who was not going to be okay. If you thought taking care of Teucer was energy-draining then expect Childe to take that tenfold and beyond.

• You've officially became his full-time babysitter who is in desperate need of a raise (and rest). You can't take your eyes off of him and archons forbid that he will ever meet Klee. One point he'll be running ahead by your side and the next you'll find him getting himself in a 1vs7 situation with some shady looking treasure hoarders. Childe genuinely thinks he could take them on but the curse downgraded his abilities. You carried him and barely made out of it alive. (This made you ponder whether the best solution would be to strap him against a chair for the time being…)

• Childe being a child will eat all the candies and ice cream he pleases. You wonder if the curse also turned him a few years back or was it that he acts like this simply because he wanted to (it was the latter). He loves being spoiled, spoiled by you! Childe demands your full attention, spoon-feeding his meals, back rubs and head pats. Yep, he's definitely doing this on purpose.

• Did he just call you 'mommy'? (Childe has mommy kink confirmed).  He has so much energy that it was exhausting, you literally had to drag him away from what ever he was doing in order to get him to bed. "No Childe, your sleeping time is 9p.m stop whining." He bargained that he'll sleep if you sleep beside him (you didn't get any sleep. You knew what he was planning. In the end, you tried to make sure he didn't sneak out behind your back.)

• Finally you were able to get out of that hell-hole. Childe promised to make it up to you, you deserve it after all~

~~x~~

Small (aka Xiao)

• "Did you know in the Liyuean language, Xiao translates to small?" You didn't say that out loud. Not when he's this angry (this angy)

• He just stands there, crossing his arms and grumbling. You were hesitant to touch him in case he might hiss at you. Xiao has always been short, maybe an inch taller than you, but seeing him like this made you think 'my almighty yaksha can't be this cute♡'

• He gets mad when you no longer call his name for help. How could you? He's just so precious~ Xiao makes it clear that no matter what form he takes, it doesn't make him weak ("Adepti and you mortals are nothing alike." Or so he says but you could tell he wasn't running as fast as he used to because…small legs). You may not comment on it aloud but he can tell just by the look on your face and it irritates him.

• Also the type to not ask for help but worse. Xiao is an agressive little kid, he seems as if he'll be willing to bite someone's finger off if they try to pet him (He gives strong cat vibes, so thats understandable). His spear was too big for him to wield so he often has to put it away or else he might knock someone over with it. Xiao hates being short so you'll be hearing him complain alot.

• Since he was an adepti, he didn't need to sleep however, the curse must have brought down his power by a significant amount to the point you DID catch him napping. You almost swooned out loud just by taking a glance upon his face. For once he didn't wear his signature grumpy look. Xiao appears like a normal child, one full of innocence. His snoring was soft and breathly but that just meant he was deep asleep. (You wished to take a picture). 

• Of course, everything had to come to an end (much to your disappointment), he still complains about the incident to this day.

~~x~~

Zhongli

• How is it possible for a baby to still look so handsome? (Must be his godly abilities)

• Zhongli is unfazed by this 'curse' since his past lives have already taken many forms. Though for some reason whenever he walks down the streets of Liyue, young girls, mothers, ladies all come him was and start complimenting him and gushing over him (he was suffocating). They'd squeeze him tight or squish his cheeks, it only takes once glance before the little girls start blushing and hiding behind their moms.

• Needless to say, despite what form he is in, Zhongli is still able to get free stuff. He got some free candies and some free kites to play with. You had to help him carry his items. Zhongli ends up tripping too much because his tailcoat reached his feet (he decided to just take it off. You had to hold that too). Seems like he can have anyone do things for him in the end HA.

• He still got that drippy voice and you're just like ???? "What on Teyvat Zhongli, you're a kid." This is why you can't see him as one, its nearly impossible.

• Actively avoids Hu Tao and Childe. Once Hu Tao caught sight of him and chased him for hours, he couldn't stay in one spot knowing that she might just pop out of no where. Childe still spoils him, however Zhongli feels irritated by the fact the only things Childe buys him toys (its different when other people do it.)

• Everytime you guys go back strolling through Liyue, you had to hold his hand in case more women come swarming hin again. You swear that at this rate he might get kidnapped because hes just such a beautiful baby.

• Zhongli learned an important lesson after his curse was lifted: no matter how many years he lives throughout  never take a form of a child.

~~x~~

Albedo

• You find him buried beneath a pile of books and had to dig him out before he suffocates.

• Albedo has the cutest eyes, they're big and round full of curiosity and they sparkle too (he has the prettiest eyes out of everyone tbh). He is the only person who is fascinated by this outcome and immediately goes in the wild to test out his new physique. 

• He was always curious why Klee T-poses when she runs so he decided to try it out himself. She was thrilled to find out that she now has a little brother to play with. In the end, Albedo indulges in the games she always wanted to play but couldn't because he was too old: princess dress up tea parties.

• You felt many things when you saw Albedo wearing a frilly gown and a plastic tiara tucked on his head. Deep down you knew regardless of what gender Albedo was still pretty. Klee even had the guts to redo his hair and hardly anyone was able to recognize it was him at all. He has pigtails, PIGTAILS! You made sure to burn that image into the very depths of your mind forever.

• The only advantage was the he was ablw to fit through small spaces, other than that, being small was way too inconvenient. He knocked down a few of his potion bottles which damaged the floor (thankfully not him) because they were lethal (he wonders how Klee was able to not injure herself when using bombs). You carried him and lifted him to alot of places such as trudging through the snow because Albedo would surely fall on his face due to his small form.

• Enough was enough, he only lasted a day with this and decided to just make a potion and put an end to the curse once and for all. 

[thenanbakacorner]

Yesss new Nanbaka blog!! The anime is so underrated like smh— uuuuh can I get some headcanons as to how the Cell 8 guys each spend the night with their s/o? Like, what routine do they follow and what positions do they sleep in with their partner?

DANG STRAIGHT IT IS NONNIE, YOU SPITTIN' FACTS (｀-´)> Nanbaka always makes me crack up no matter how many times I hear the same jokes and 4th-wall breaks, its so gooooood!!

Anyways, here we go OvO Was a bit limited with ideas here but I hope you like!

🍑 Liang 🍑

He doesn’t particularly care for letting another person brush out his hair, but if you give him puppy eyes enough, he’ll make an exception

That and maybe it’s just hard to say no to you..

He’ll gladly brush your hair if you ask him, though

But have you seen this man with his hair down— dude’s freakin’ pretty

Shares some peach buns with you before settling down if he has any on hand that Rock had given him

Conversations as you lay together usually consist of the day’s activities, and Liang will likely take the opportunity to brag and try to impress you about any training matches he had won that day

If you and him hadn’t been dating that long yet, he can be a tad awkward with any intimacy given his lack of experience; be patient with him

As he gets more comfortable with closeness, he comes to find comfort in having you laying on him or having your head against his chest

You usually start out by being cuddled together with your head on Liang’s shoulder or chest, but separate into more comfortable positions in your sleep. IE, you sleep in the unraveling tangle position.

🧘 Upa 🧘

He’ll usually do some meditation before he goes to bed, and doesn’t mind if you sit beside and join him

If he hasn’t done it earlier in the day, he’ll water the cactus his family gifted him, or even let you do it (And berate Qi if he complains that you can do it and not him)

He tends to stay up just a little bit later than the rest of his cellmates, but sits beside you as you rest

Not much of a cuddly, touchy-feely parter, but might let you lay your head on his lap or lean against him if you ask

Can’t help but reach out a gently pet your head if you do rest against him, though he gets embarrassed his you call him out on it

Tsundere boy is a tsundere

When he finally does lay down to join you in sleeping, he doesn’t lay too close, but just enough to reach out and rest a hand on you so the two of you sleep in the chasing spoon position

You would have to be the one to initiate any closer contact, such as rolling around to face him and move closer

Even if he gets blushy and seems unsure about it, don’t be discouraged. He may not be very fond of cuddles, especially if they are constant, but he really can’t complain if its you.

💐 Qi 💐

Being as laid back and relaxed as he is, Qi is always the first to get in bed and ready for a snooze

However, he still has other things to do, like the others, beforehand

This includes looking through books about plants to contemplate new medicines, actually working on said medicine, pestering Upa about wanting to tend to his cactus..

But of course, he can’t forget about spending some time with you

Out of his cellmates, Qi is the most affectionate, tending to give you light kisses on the cheek or back of your neck and making loving comments as you get ready for bed

If he has to work on medicine before bed, he likes when you sit next to him, either just watching or helping him out

He loves just laying with you before actually going to sleep, facing you and running his hands through your hair, giving you a little kiss on the nose here and there as you talk

Speaking of facing you, the two of you usually sleep just like that— facing and holding each other.

Doesn’t take long for him to doze off once ready to sleep, and is out like a light in a matter of minutes, yet never lets up his hold on you