#you know like if you say ‘i love all kinds of ice cream vanilla chocolate mint chip’

[pinkeoni]

the phrasing of “eleven, dustin, lucas, and hopper” feels like a way to try an encapsulate every character by listing off a few if that makes sense

[cozage]

Hey! I saw your request being open!

Could I have Monster trio (separate pls) with a female s/o that Sees her lover stressed/despressed/ down what you like, so she makes them Some dessert to their taste? To Show them love and being there for them? So just pure fluff!

Thank you again and take enough Breaks and have a nice day/night

A/N: I was a big fan of this. I hope you liked it!

Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Cw: sad boi hours, but still really cute!

Total word count: 1k

Luffy

Luffy doesn't seem as crazy as he usually does. He’s not running around or screaming as much, he’s more wandering around the ship, staring out to sea in thought. It’s kind of alarming for everyone on the ship, honestly

Double chocolate cake. It’s his favorite thing to eat, and luckily it’s something you can make pretty easily

You whip up the cake, and leave the spoon and the bowl off to the side for him to lick up later (sorry Sanji- you know he hates when Luffy does that)

He doesn’t even come into the kitchen when he smells the cake baking, and you take it out early just to get it to him faster. 

When he sees it, the biggest grin appears on his face. And then he sees the battered spoon and bowl, and his smile somehow gets bigger. He starts to get tears in his eyes from happiness

He swallows it almost entirely whole, and he licks the bowl and the spoon completely clean of any HINT of chocolate. You could put it back into the cupboards, that's how clean they look.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, and he stares into the cleaned bowl he’s still licking at. 

“It’s Ace’s birthday today, I think.” he finally answers after a few long moments. “We made up birthdays for each other since we didn’t know our own.”

“Well, Happy Birthday Ace.” you say softly. “Should we have a party?”

Luffy’s smile returns. It’s not as big as it was before, but it’s there, and you count it as a win. “I think he would like that a lot.”

Zoro

He’s grumpy. Zoro is usually grumpy, but today he’s extra grumpy. 

Zoro doesn’t like to talk about his emotions, and you know that better than anyone. So instead you remind him of your love…from a distance.

Desserts are hard for Zoro. Chocolate and candy are far too sweet for him to enjoy. But, surprisingly, you know he does like mochi. So that’s what you make. 

It takes a lot of time and effort, making the sticky sweet rice balls and the ice cream to match. But luckily all you have is time today. You know when Zoro gets in his funk he doesn’t want to see or talk to anyone. 

You make a few of each; green tea, strawberry, red bean, and just regular vanilla, and climb up to the crow’s nest where he’s hidden away. 

You open the hatch and you can see him look over to see who has disturbed him, his eyes full of irritation. They soften slightly when they see you, but not by much. 

“I just brought dessert for you,” you whisper, placing the plate down and starting to shut the door. 

“Wait!” he demanded, slight desperation in his voice. “Do you want to eat with me?”

You smile at that, and climb up into the crow's nest. The two of you sit silently and eat the dessert until it’s all gone. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked him.

“No,” he snapped instinctually. “Sorry,” he quickly corrected. “Thank you for the food. It was really good.”

“Sure thing” you smile, blowing him a kiss and winking at him, taking your leave. “Let me know if you need anything else.” You see him nod and you’re thankful that you get to leave him with a smile on his face. 

Sanji

It’s hard to tell when Sanji is upset about things, but there’s one main thing: He hides in the kitchen. So when you realize he hasn’t come out to see you halfway through the day, you get suspicious. 

You wander into the kitchen and he looks up from his manic whisking of some kind of batter. He didn’t even look up to see you come in, and you can see three trays of cupcakes already made behind him. 

“Sanji?” you call, and he looks up like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“My love! Are you hungry? Are you sad? Do you need something?” he’s scanning your face to see if you were angry at all, worried he forgot something. 

“Sanji.” You walk over and take the bowl out from his hands, setting it on the counter. Your hands cup his face so his eyes only focus on you. “Breathe, Sanji.”

You breathe in and out with him a few times, trying to get him to calm down. Once his breathing calms down and his eyes seem a little less scared, you both feel better. 

“Out,” you command, and he looks at you funny. “I’ll handle this mess in the kitchen. Go sit by Chopper’s inflatable pool with him.”

He needs something simple, something refreshing, so you decide to stick with the basics. A homemade vanilla bean ice cream with a lavender lemonade. 

He comes in several times during the process, and you kick him to the curb every time, He can’t even get past the door before you’re screaming “OUT!”

Luffy cleans up the cupcakes and batter, and you do all the dishes while the ice cream is mixing. 

When you take it out to him, he cries a little bit. “You know me so well,” he sobbed, mouth full of ice cream. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, looking over at him. 

“Not really,” he says, and you nod. That’s fine with you too. Some things are just too hard to talk about, but you’re glad you could get him out of his baking spiral at least. 

[alternative-ffa]

Being with the same person for decades creates a sense of security. At this point, you're both partners in life and all effort goes into helping the other.

Jacob liked to message his wife Bethany when she was outside having a smoke or on the phone with friends. He would tease her with with his requests, hoping they would be inciting and arousing enough for her to come back in the house and play with him and his fat body. It was 8am and Bethany had sneaked out of bed, not to wake him. He took up over half of the king sized bed, using body pillows as dams for his obese body. He loved being fat.

This particular morning, he was messaging her to create a grocery order, daring her to get the most fattening items she could find - knowing that she would be insistent that he finished everything before it went bad. Her strategy was to get all perishable items, like cakes from the bakery instead of brand name cookies. It forced him to consume everything quicker.

Life over the last decade had thrown them curveballs. Having met on a fat fetish website, everyone looked forward to their updates, as they were quite active in the community. They were sure that Jacob was going to be impossibly huge, given his discovery of a female feeder at his disposal so early in life, and his sincere sexual desire to become too fat to move.

But life with the fetish isn't always the perfect fantasy. Jacob had to deal with the usual stress of life and would put his gaining on the back burner. His girlfriend (at the time) and feeder, Bethany, would always defer to what he wanted. If life became too stressful, and becoming fatter was the last thing on his mind, she never pushed it.

Life went back and forth. It was either, "feed me until I scream for help" or "I don't want to think about it".

She adapted to his mood throughout the years.

At this point life had taken a turn again. He worked from home and his gluttony began to take over. Bethany loved this. He found joy in getting groceries delivered. But he enjoyed it way more when she made the shopping list. She would order pastries and cakes and heavy cream on top of the usual order. He always had the last say, but would almost order her to create a grocery list of all the items she wanted him to consume.

He was obvious with his hints. An Amazon package arrived one day with a huge funnel and tube. She opened the box and raised her eyebrow as she asked, "planning on having a beer chugging party?"

He put his hands on his belly and chuckled as he said, "... not beer..."

As mentioned previously, he was obvious with his hints. Given the funnel and tube he ordered, she knew to add heavy cream... and given the holiday season, eggnog, to the list.

She secretly loved him working from home. He ate constantly. She wanted to see him get as big as possible, so she knew the tricks. He'd ask what food there was in the house. She'd give him a basic answer and deny his request for take out. He would grunt annoyingly as he created some kind of gigantic meal from the leftovers in the house. Then, once he finished his meal, she would order food. He didn't pick up on the strategy, but since he enjoyed it, he didn't care to. Time passing was a thing he didn't seem to notice, especially when it came to his appetite. She'd order food right after he finished a feast. He would stuff himself thoroughly with the order, then be confused why he was so full. She'd have to remind him, "well, you did finish a big meal before take out arrived."

He always looked surprised... "you mean, that wasn't hours ago? I... I'm still hungry."

She would smile and say, "you want something sweet now, don't you?"

He'd lick his fat lips and burp loudly, then say, "yes, ice cream. Sprinkle cinnamon on top, it's healthy."

Bethany would laugh with that statement. A full bowl of vanilla and chocolate ice cream, spilling over the edges, and yet... adding cinnamon would make it healthy? She didn't care. If he wanted to believe that, he could. She just wanted him to get fatter.

She placed a grocery order... enough for a family of five - knowing it was going into a belly of one. Since he fluctuated in his gaining desire over the last decade, she knew this was the open window to make him huge. But she had to do it quickly... given his speedy change in mindset over the years.

At over 350lbs, Jacob was big in the scheme of things. But it wasn't nearly big enough. His whole life he had the desire to become too fat to move. Even as a child, he played games where he was too big to leave the plastic play house during recess. It was just a hint of his adult desire to become immobilized with fat.

She played with him mentally; making sure he ate so much that he was surprised it even happened. He'd eat a full meal and forget so easily that she could trick him into eating a second or third lunch. Daylight savings time helped. It got dark so much earlier that even though he had eaten a full, multiple plate, dinner... darkness fell and she could convince him that it was hours ago, as she presented him with another couple plates of food.

She didn't feed him, because she didn't need to. He would eat himself into a coma without her help. Feeding him was a treat... and he had to be laid on his back, belching loudly to make room, before she even considered it. She wanted him to beg. Him, laying on his recliner, stuffed like a hog, burping every few minutes, rubbing his belly... lifting it with his fat hands to drop it, just watching it jiggle down, teasing his fatpad which surrounded his dick.

She'd watch from the couch. If he ate this well without needing to be fed, then she'd wait until he couldn't eat any longer before she stepped in.

This was one of those nights. The funnel he had ordered sat on a chair in the living room, not being used. Bethany was waiting for the perfect moment. On this particular night, Jacob had consumed so much food that he was lapsing in and out of consciousness in his recliner. She looked over at him and smiled. She knew this was her chance to sneak into the kitchen and make a quick weight gain shake to surprise him. She wanted him to wake up with the tube in his mouth, helpless to stop the fattening fluid as it filled his already stuffed belly. While she combined the heavy cream, weight gain powder, ice cream, and milk in the blender; she realized a surprise was impossible with the inevitable noise. She shrugged her shoulders and thought, "well, I'm sure hearing the blender and noticing the funnel is no longer on the chair will be surprise enough for him."

When she turned it on to mix up his 5000 calorie shake, she heard him snort in the living room - obviously waking up suddenly. But he stayed silent.

She poured the shake into the funnel, being sure to block the tube with her thumb once it was filled. A little bit spilled in the sink, but given that this was her first time filling up a feeding funnel, she wasn't too bothered by it. Balancing the shake in the funnel, she tip toed back into the living room. His eyes met hers immediately. He looked greedy, and ready to go above and beyond to chug it down. When they made eye contact, neither had to say anything.

Bethany had already taken her arms out of her bathrobe so she could hold the tube and funnel, so it was easy as she dropped her bathrobe to reveal a dark navy blue, baby-doll style lingerie set. His hungry eyes sparked with a sexual hunger on top of his permanent gluttonous hunger, and they darted back and forth from her to the funnel she held.

She approached him and placed her hand on his belly. It was still hard and bloated from what he had eaten throughout the day. She was about to place the tube into his excited mouth, but instead asked, "You're still very full. Are you sure you can fit this?"

There was a hint of teasing in her voice, almost daring him.

His fat hand reached up and grabbed the tube from her. He wasn't quick enough to get it into his mouth and a little bit of the shake fell onto his breasts, but he didn't care. He closed his eyes and drank as fast as he could as she held the funnel up above him. It only took a few minutes until the funnel was half empty. He reached for the tube, placing his thumb on the end of it to save what was left. A loud wet belch escaped his lips. He groaned. His free hand reached down to his swollen belly and he pressed it, forcing more air out with every burp. Bethany could only watch as she held the funnel up above him. She wanted to stand between his legs, hovering over his huge body - leaning over him, kissing and rubbing his fat as she teased the sensitive flesh deep between his rolls. She almost decided to put the funnel back in the kitchen, balancing it on something to keep the other half of the shake in it. But Jacob grabbed it again before she could make the decision. He swallowed as quickly as he could. Luckily the funnel itself was transparent - he would look up at it every few seconds to see how much was left. As the fattening fluid disappeared down the funnel, he seemed to get more greedy, gulping it down faster and faster.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore. There was still a little bit of the shake in the tube, but he could feel the fullness in his belly and the pain of being so gluttonous that he could barely breathe. He had to stop. The small amount left fell down his chins and he dropped the tube. Luckily Bethany still held the funnel, and she caught it before the droplets fell on the floor.

Holding it in one hand, she leaned down towards Jacob. He continued to belch and she quickly rubbed what she could of his belly as she said teasingly, "You out-did yourself. I'll be right back fat boy."

He moaned. He loved when she called him fat. The more derogatory, the better. He wanted to be called a pig, a glutton, a fat fuck - and every time she indulged his enjoyment of humiliation, he found himself pulsing with pleasure.

She came back into the room with a wet paper towel and gently began to clean off the cream that fell from the tube. It dribbled down his lips, flowing down his chins. Bits of it were in-between his fat hairy breasts. She was erotic with her cleaning - teasing his nipples as she seductively told him what a messy fat hog he was. She had cleaned him thoroughly, but he was, yet again, floating in and out of a food coma. He sensed her walking away and jolted awake. She held up the dirty paper towel and assured him, "I'm just throwing this out, I'll be right back."

She heard the slight squeek of the recliner as he laid his head back down again.

She threw out the paper towel in the kitchen, then momentarily reflected on the last hour. She was lucky. The desire to be with such a gigantic man was rare - nevermind finding a man who would do anything to become as fat as he could. She had fattened men up before, when she had first discovered her unusual desire. But they didn't enjoy it. They did it for her attention, and not because they wanted it as well. As a result, they didn't gain nearly the amount she was attracted to, and the relationships never lasted. She smiled, knowing she chose the right man over a decade and a half ago. He was right there, laying in their living room, burping and moaning. She knew he was rubbing his belly without even needing to look into the room.

Another thought crossed her mind in this short reverie... his dreams. She was a light sleeper, and many times over the years she'd hear him groan in his sleep and whisper, "I'm so fat. More... more..."

She would always awake suddenly, but smiled. How lucky to have a man who really dreamed of being obese; who had no limit to how fat he wanted to get.

It had only been a few seconds, but in her brain, she thought she was standing in the kitchen dreaming for at least a couple minutes. Him moaning in the other room brought her out of her daydream and reminded her that he deserved a belly rub. She withheld it when he didn't eat enough. A slight dominance within her made sure that his reward of physical and sexual pleasure had to be earned.

She walked back into the living room and stood at his feet. He was reclined as much as he could be. His thick fat hands were already engaged in vigorously massaging his impossibly full stomach. His eyes were closed and she watched. He was so full that he wasn't exactly conscious. It reminded her of his dreams... and she wanted to say, "Yes, you are fat. And you're getting so much fatter."

She couldn't resist. Tip toeing over to his side she whispered this into his ear. He smirked and opened his eyes. She was leaning over him and he looked at her pert breasts almost spilling out of the lingerie. He reached with his fat hand and grabbed one. Moaning he said, "come closer."

She stepped away from his side and moved between his legs. Being reclined blocked her, so he grabbed the remote and lowered the foot rest. She moved closer, her hands on his thighs. He reached down and lifted his belly. The fat of his groin hid most of him, but she saw the head of his dick, hard and pulsing, almost trying to escape the fat that encased it. She got on her knees... and his eyes were wide with excitement.

[heywardsdoll]

pope is fun to watch while you get ice cream. he's got this look on his face of pure joke as he asks for two scoops of vanilla. he was so kind about it too, a little smile on his face.

you watch him carefully, taking a scoop of your own oreo-chocolate scoop paired with a blueberry-flavoured scoop. you lick the spoon carefully, doe eyes fluttering his way. you've got on a tiny pink skirt, and a crop top that says, 'pretty girl.' it's a bit too much you know, but you liked being extra. and you especially liked the way the oreo melts on your tongue, and the blueberry gives you a bit of a kick.

see tonight you weren't really supposed to get ice cream with him, not with your parents watching, but you were fidgeting so much he really took one look at you and decided that you needed that ice cream. really, it's fun being a kook princess and toy with a boy, but with pope you feel something else.

you feel bad when your friends bring him up as little collateral damage. you hate it when they mention the way he's so simple in your extravagant life. you hate the way that they laugh at how he isn't 100% sure how to tuck in his button-shirt. but pope's enough, and somehow he feels so much real than anything you ever have known.

to your parents he's your tutor, someone to help you get your grades up. really, they don't even know you're getting the best grades in the class, no all they see is the dumb ditzy play that you show them. or even worse the burned-out gifted kid act. it was easy to get him in your room to make out with him when you're under a guise. the only thing that makes it worse is how good he is at playing it.

to you, he's your secret pogue boyfriend. a little dirty secret, someone that was fit perfectly for you in a way you never expected. you'd met him first in a small competition in the neighbourhood.

the only time the two of you were almost caught was when you had been so engrossed in kissing him you didn't notice your dad walking up the stairs to your room. it was then you had to fix your hair, and wipe the pink lipgloss off of pope's lips only to go back to pretending you were going over theories about john locke, and thomas hobbes regarding the social contract. he was so smooth about it, but you couldn't help but see the way his mouth twitched into a small grin, or the way his hand was stroking you under your stockings.

of course, you liked that he was so good at this, but you still remembered the times when pope was shy. he was always stammering but now he's mastered the act of hiding it. you hate it, sort of, but it's moments like this where you can forget it all. a small ice cream date.

pope quickly looks at you, his smile growing when he sees you watching. theres amusement in his grin and you can't help but blush just a bit. dumb love, god you loved being stupid. when he finally heads closer in your direction you bite your lip and get on your tippy toes to give him a kiss.

he breaks away, a surprised look on his face, "hey, what was that for?"

you can't help but mewl as you grab onto his bicep, "can't i kiss my boyfriend?"

and just in pope fashion, he immediately puts his hands around his waist, humming softly "of course you can. it just took me by surprise," pope murmurs reassuringly, resting his head on yours. you fit perfectly next to him, and it almost catches your breath how casually you belong with him.

finally he got you to sit next to him, a love seat of a sofa. you looked at him, the silence getting the best of you as you lean closer to him. you dreamed of him like this in a year. you could see him in your little house, and he'd come every night with a happy sloppy smile and you'd get to hug him every damn night. you'd give pope a dazzling smile, dropping everything to get to him.

it's those thoughts that plague you now when graduation coming up. no longer will pope be your tutor, really what will you tell your parents? what will he tell his friends? you don't realise your sniffing until you feel pope's hand trail closer to your face.

"you know i can't believe you got a oreo flavored ice cream scoop. i didn't even know it was a thing—" pope's rambled off, before he looked back at you. you were stone cold, a lump in your throat as you look away, biting your lip to stop the flood of emotions.

"hey?" pope taps your head gently, his voice barely a murmer, "what's wrong bambi?"

"i don't want things to change," you murmur, barely above a whisper, your voice betraying you. the thought of graduation—of the real world waiting just outside your small bubble—makes your chest tighten. "i like it like this... just us."

"i like this too," pope murmured, "i like this alot," he grins before his face carves in noticing you weren't smiling. suddenly he's lifted you back into your lap, and touched a lock of your hair. you purse your lips trying not to look at him.

his voice is like a beam of light, like a beam of hope. you know your ice cream is melting, you know you're wasting a moment of good in your life, but this feeling of fear is crushing your chest.

"oh bambi, we'll figure it out. we always do."

you shake your head, shuddering. his hands wrapped around your shoulders, and pope peppered light kisses on your face, "look, i know things are complicated with your parents and our friends and all that... but i don’t care about any of that stuff. i care about you."

you shake your head again, voice soft and barely a whisper, "no, but what about after this? when i’m off to college, and you’re… i don’t know, doing whatever genius thing you’re going to end up doing?"

pope sighed, his hand, rough yet familiar, traces small circles on your back, soothed you as they always did, "i can't tell you what'll happen after we graduate but—this is real. i don’t want to lose it either."

you sniffle, trying not to cry again. "but what if—"

you can't imagine a life without him, and your head is running circles around you but pope gives you a proper look before cutting you off. he kisses you, deep and soft. he tastes like cold ice vanilla ice cream, and when pope pulls back you feel a calm.

"okay," you said softly, your hands anchored on the collar of his button-up, "so we’ll figure it out?"

"yeah," he replies, his voice a little lighter now, like he’s trying to pull you out of your head. his eyes are bright and soft. "and if not... we can always go back to pretending we’re talking about hobbes and locke." he smirked, and you can’t help but laugh, remembering how you almost got caught with him last week. "it worked pretty well before, right?"

"god, you're such a nerd," you laugh, wiping your tears.

"you wouldn't have it any other way," pope muttered, grabbing you closer to give you a closed-mouth kiss. he's all warm and fuzzy, and you can't help but swatt him away.

just you and him sounds good.

taglist; @cerya @rainbowpiss34, @vi4goswrld, @th3eternalersi

[boyfhee]

⋆ NOW WE DATE ! · psh

CHAPTER SEVEN · ruin our friendship

SYNOPSIS · everyone knew you were sunghoon's biggest fan— or so you claimed to be— it didn't take a scientist to guess after your nonstop gushing about him during enhypen's debut. now, they didn't know you found him 'so babygirl' not until you accidentally tweeted it on your main.

warnings · food mentions + written part under the cut ( 1.02k )

the weverse live went smoother than expected. 

well, it’s not like you had been anticipating some sort of commotion or whatsoever, but you did expect random bouts of awkwardness every ten to fifteen minutes because first, both you and sunghoon lie slightly towards the introvert side of the myers-briggs type indicator; and second, you both are aware of everything that has went down between the two of you in past two to three days. moreover, being awkward is natural when you’re meeting someone for the first time— which is not exactly true because you did meet sunghoon at the backstage of music bank from nine months ago when iris and enhypen were promoting their respective albums, but if greeting each other in hallways counts as meeting people then you probably have already met three-fourth of the industry. 

“i kind of imagined you as someone who prefers vanilla or something, instead of chocolate,” and you certainly didn’t expect sunghoon to take you out of ice cream just three hours before midnight. 

“i like all the flavours but nothing tops chocolate,” you say before eating another spoonful from your cup. “i even did a commercial for melona as a kid, although it’s not chocolate. you can still find it on youtube, i guess,” singing wasn’t really your forte, unlike acting. you’ve had quite an active childhood from the ‘job’ point of you, for you always had a few commercial shoots here and there every few months. your career as an actress didn’t blow up until after you had debuted in iris. even as a childhood actress, you only had minor to second lead roles except one in ‘crushed,’ which accounts for your first main role and also is the drama that brought you into the spotlight before debut. 

you feel sunghoon smile as he unlocks his phone to switch to another playlist— it’s for both of you since one of his’ airpods is with you and listening to music while having ice cream sounds like a perfect date, as friends, of course. though, you’d be lying if you claim your heart didn’t do a little something when sunghoon offered you his airpods. “why did you ask me to get ice cream with you, though?” 

“i just wanted to spend some time with you,” a pause. you stop on your way, albeit a few steps ahead of him, turning around to look at sunghoon’s flustered face that was adorned by the dim streetlights. a series of silence follows, a string of fluttering gazes along with heartbeats that could be heard clearly if they get any louder. before you could say anything, sunghoon stuffs his phone back into his pocket out of panic. “wait— don’t get me wrong. i mean, you’re cool and fun to be around so, you know— please don’t misunderstand,” 

and a soft chuckle falls off your lips. “jeez, hoon, you’re all good,”

the comforting silence never leaves, it’s rather amusing to the two of you. considering everything that has happened so far, from your silly tweet to him assuming you’re dating jaemin and everything that he ends up blabbering in front of you, anyone would end up getting awkward. fortunately, that isn’t the case for him. perhaps, the heavens are on his side, and maybe that is all he needs to muster up the courage to say his next words. “to be completely honest, ice cream was an excuse because i was sort of hoping we’d get to know each other better,” 

“yeah, i’d love that,” your voice isn’t much louder than a whisper, but you know your words reached him anyway. the smile dancing on his face holds numerous tales, if one could notice closely. “by the way, you still didn’t tell me the thing that could potentially ruin our friendship,” 

“i did, didn’t i? i texted you,” 

“and you want me to believe that?” you scoff, remembering his response. even if it was supposed to be a coverup, you did find yourself too stunned to react at that moment. “i mean, i won’t judge you for the things you like to be called and all, but we both know what you said back then was a lie,” 

another pause, another session of silence trailing around along with the slight tension lingering in the air. you look at sunghoon and he’s looking anywhere but at you. one second, his eyes are on the ground. the next, they’re traversing places with his lips pressed into a thin line. it’s when you realise how difficult it is to read his expression, an exasperated sigh falls off his lips. “okay, i think i’m being annoying, so i won’t force you, even though i’m—”

“you’re not annoying. also, i don’t think i’m ready to tell you so wait for me till then, and i promise i’ll tell you when the right time comes,” and it’s embarrassing how easily his words can fluster you. “besides, i don’t want to ruin our friendship yet,” even if you think you have a faint idea of what he might be hiding, you’d dare not get ahead of yourself because at the end of day, you and sunghoon are just friends. sure, you do like him a little more than friends but you’re almost convinced that it’s just a silly little celebrity crush. it’s not the first time you’re fawning over a celebrity, even if it’s your first time being so crazily interested in someone, but you like to think it’s a stage between strangers and friends, and nothing more. 

“oh, by the way, um, there’s ice cream on your lips,” he points the corner of his mouth with his index finger, hoping it would give you an idea, but when you miss the spot after a couple of attempts, assorting to your phone’s front camera to get a clearer look, sunghoon finds himself taking the tissue from your hand, proceeding to wipe the ice cream off your lips himself, completely and terribly unable to hide the blush on his cheeks. and the moment you tried to tell yourself that you aren’t in love, is when you realised you already were. 

PREV · NEXT · MASTERLIST

n : need me a sunghoon, like rn .... also visgenes...visions + engene....iris and vision? yk u see w ur iris and ability to see is vision do u see the vision here bc that's the best i could come up with

[saskiahaggens]

Can you write something about Jimmy x Reader? 👉🏼👈🏼

Of course I can, but I have to tell you that I dislike it… I'll most likely edit it later.

Most of you have probably noticed that I haven't uploaded anything in a long time. So, as a quick update, I by now am legally allowed to drive and I started my last year of school. I'm not sure how much I can upload, because our school year is quite short, but I will do my best to respond to all of the requests as soon as possible. Please accept my apologies for the long speech. I love you all for the appreciation. I wish you luck for school an work.

I Survived 50 Hours In America

Masterlist

Pairing: Jimmy x fem!Reader

Warnings: none I guess

Word count: 1586

You weren't thrilled when Jimmy suggested going to Antarctica. It was frosty, very bright owing to the sun, and you wouldn't have a decent bed to sleep in. Obviously, you had to fly there, which you were not delighted about. But Jimmy asked you to come along, and who were you to refuse?

"You okay?" Chandler asked above the rumblings of the plain.

"Could be better. We should've brought hot chocolate."

After you mentioned that, Chandler pulled a sorrowful expression. You should have thought about it sooner.

Jimmy was on the other side of the plain, working with the others to prepare some great scenes for the video. You weren't assisting since you had your head buried under your jacket, so you couldn't look outside. Normally, you weren't terrified of heights, except when you sat in a plain that didn't appear or seem safe. They wanted to you wait on the plain after Jimmy left so you could get an amazing shot of you and the rest of the group approaching him.

It seemed simple until the guy in front of you stumbled. You weren't able to react quickly enough and fell face first as you stumbled over his foot.

"Gosh, Y/n." Chandler laughed when you landed in front of his feet.

While everyone else was laughing, he was kind enough to pull you up.

"Well, it's safe to say that the snow tastes nothing like vanilla ice cream."

"Is this something people believe?" Jimmy questioned as he tried to remove some snow off of you.

Chris shrugged, "I've never heard of anything like this."

"Whatever. You thought the moon was made of cheese until we were around thirteen," you rolled your eyes, while the others chuckled.

"As amusing as it is, guys." We should get started. Unless you want to be stuck in a blizzard," Jimmy reminded us, and we all groaned.

"I can't wait to freeze to death.", Chandler smiled.

Jimmy gave the pilot a wink and he took off. We started walking shortly after that. Everyone was hauling their sleighs behind them. George happened to be right next to you, chatting about who knows what. The blizzard made him incomprehensible. You attempted to explain it to him, but he didn't understand you either, so you just let him go on. When you arrived at the location for the camp, everyone began to set up their tents.

Some of you almost immediately realized that it was nearly impossible for them to set up a tent in this wind, so some of you began to build a wall to protect the camp from the wind. While it made things a little easier for you, George, Jimmy, and Karl kept assembling the tents.

Regardless of who went where, all of you instantly huddled in them when the blizzard intensified to wait it out, when you were finally done.

Finally, save from the cold wind and the snow flakes which felt like little needles picking your skin, you could take of your googles.

"This was disgusting," you said, referring to your soaked jacket and pants.

"Hopefully this will be over soon. It's rather crowded in here. Get your feet out of my face, Chris." Tareq muttered.

You hadn't realized how close you were to Jimmy, who was also in this tent. Blood shot to your cheeks, but you could at least blame it on the cold.

The tent's walls suddenly began to collapse and landed on you immediately. The air was filled with cursing and the never-ending shifting of the tent's fabric.

You attempted to pull the fabric aside so you would be able to see someone, but it was like trying to get to the short end of a blanked at night, since the wind pushed the fabric back in your face every few seconds. You began to panic, concerned about how hard it was being pressed in your face from time to time.

"Y/n? "Are you okay?"

You spotted Jimmy when the crimson fabric lifted off your head. He must have noticed your fear since he moved closer to you to raise the piece of fabric higher.

"Yeah. This was terrifying. Like a crimson avalanche."

"You told me about your Claustrophobia once. Sorry to bring you into this."

"Don't worry. I-"

"Y/n is scared by Santa Claus?"

"Chris really? They had a moment."

"What are you even talking about, Tareq?", you asked.

"Oh come on. Everybody knows you two are in love."

"Tareq really? Stop it."

"No way, Chris. This frustrates me. It's so clear, I mean. Jimmy spent hours last week reassembling some Oreo's for you since you had a horrible day and he knows you like the with stuff."

"Any friend would have done something like this." Jimmy denied.

"Okay, and how about yesterday? Y/n-"

"Okay! Tareq we get it.",you interfered.

"No, I'd like to know what happened yesterday. It had to be a very significant event for Tareq to snap. This didn't seem possible to me."

"Chris, I swear to god.", you threatened.

You were frightened since Jimmy wasn't speaking, but you were saved by the others just as you were going to glance at him.

"Is everything all right in there?" Karl asked as the entire tent rose up, revealing a beaming Chris, a still unhappy Tareq, and Karl who peered inside.

You grabbed your googles and exited the tent, unable to bear the humiliating experience. Karl worriedly yelled after you, but you quickly made your way around the wall and came to a halt after about three minutes. Maybe you should just go back home and swim. You'd definitely die within the first two or three hours, but this would be truly amazing right now.

You watched the guys from the distance, rebuild the tent, raise the wall, and put the sleighs' belongings in the tents, when Jimmy started walking in your direction.

You were out and about to just walk away further, but you would have to talk to him. For the sake of the others, otherwise this trip would be really difficult for everyone, and you have at least a little privacy right now.

Jimmy sat down next to you and said, "We need to talk."

"I know."

You then remained silent. How can you even begin such a discussion? Just tell him the truth? No, this isn't one of those stereotypical romance novels where one character rants about their feelings only to be interrupted by the other's kiss. This is the real deal.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way.", Jimmy mumbled finally interrupting the silence.

"I somehow knew. Or at least I wished it was."

"So Tareq was right? You like me too?"

"How could I not."

Shortly the silence took over again, but now you were sure, if you won't finally speak up, you could end up ruining more than a potential relationship. "I've liked you for years, but even after finally admitting it to you and myself, I still don't feel relived."

"Probably because how it happened. Tareq deeply apologized . You should speak with him later. It will lift your mood."

"I still can't believe he snapped."

"I'm with you. I had no idea his voice could get this loud."

You laughed, and then there it was. The long-awaited sense of relief.

"Thank you."

Jimmy stared at you, perplexed, but you simply rested your head on his shoulder.

"For being here, for making me laugh or have I ever thanked you for giving me this job?"

"Like, a thousand times." He burst out laughing. "Hey, would you tell me what happened yesterday?"

"Promise you won't find it weird."

"I promise."

"I picked up Tareq. Well, when he got into my car, I had forgotten to change the playlist, and he found my worst secret."

"You love One Direction?"

"That's not what this is about... I think. Well, I have a playlist full of songs you might like or told me about."

"Okay. I don't see a problem."

"I labeled it 'Jimmy <3'"

"To be honest I think's cute. You need to show me when we get back." he laughed.

A bit embarrassed you took a hand full of snow and pushed at in his face.

"Oh, you will regret this."

He tossed some snow in your face and pushed you over. Naturally, you started defending yourself, but after a few minutes of rolling around in the snow, you gave up.

"All right, you've won. Please stop. I have so much snow in my jacked that I'm afraid I'll get frost bite."

Jimmy stopped, looking down at you, before he suddenly leaned down on his forearms, coming closer to your face.

"Oh yeah? Well there is nothing like giving up where I'm from."

You moved in close to kiss him, taking advantage of his proximity. Jimmy kissed you back, and you swapped places without his noticing. Using this new position, you threw some snow in his face and rushed back to your tent, shivering but glad that you finally got to kiss Jimmy, and by looking over your shoulder and seeing him still laying there, you knew this wasn't the last kiss you'd have.

[glitteringsunshine]

Pairing : Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader Wife.

Situation: You tease Gibbs all the day , sending him sexy texts. What happens when you get home from work?

“ Good Morning kids” I said .

“ Good morning Mom” my twins chirped.

“ Good morning darling” Jethro says kissing me.

“ Good morning to you too Mr Gibbs” I giggled.

“ Ohh get a room you two” our son said.

“ Stop it silly” our daughter smacked her brother.

“ Look Dad made his special muffins for you.” “He kept an entire special batch for you . He won’t let us touch them.” Our kids continued.

“ You know that’s why I love your father. Well that and other reasons” I winked , making him blush.

“ Okay kids, my mom and dad are gonna pick you up from school and you all can drive to Stillwater to Jackson’s place.”“ Your Dad and I will join in tomorrow for the weekend. Love you.” I said kissing their foreheads.

“ Forgetting something my love.” Jethro says.

“ How can I ever forget you handsome” I said as we kiss.

“ Mum and Dad are making out” my son laughed.

This time Jethro and I both smacked him.

“ Ouch guys” he laughed rubbing his head. “ Ohh , Mum Dad , our debate team made the finals.”

“ Atta boy , Atta girl” we said messing with their hair.

“ Ahh I just did my hair” our daughter giggled.

“ They show their love this way” our son chuckled.

“ Ohh mum” my daughter continued. “ I was thinking of writing about some cheap and environment friendly alternatives to expensive cosmetics and make up for the school paper. Will you take me to the mall next week? I would like to do a piece on affordable clothing. Maybe we can go to Target and Macy’s ? They are having a clearance sale. Zara too. I would like to do a take on fall winter collection, specially on rocking rich jewel tones .”

“And she lost me there.” Jethro laughed. “ That’s why I asked Mum to take me” she laughed. “Mum's style rocks. She even makes your hoodies look hot.”

“ Hey my hoodies are perfect” Jethro complained.

“ You are not really the most stylish guy Dad” my daughter said. “ But you do pull of what you wear.”

“ That’s because he is so handsome silly, and charming too” My son laughed. “ He managed to sweep Mum off her feet”.

“ That he did” I said hugging Jethro as the kids joined in for a group hug.

“ OK Daddy will drop you off to school. Bye kids.”

“ I will pick you up from work too.” Jethro said walking me to the door.

“ Ohh watch out for some messages I send you Jethro.” I said naughtier winking at him before joining the Msec in her motorcade.

…

I have been sending naughty messages to Jethro the entire day. When he came to pick me up from work, he smiled, the kind of you have been teasing me all day and you will pay for it now smile.

As we pulled in to our garage, and got out of the car, Jethro slammed me against the car , kissing me.

“ You my dear have been driving me crazy today. You are gonna pay for it now he said.”

“ Well I am your little slut, your whore, and I have been naughty. Why don’t you teach me a lesson” I giggled.

“ You remember your safewords darling?”

“ Yes”

“Good, now kneel you little slut”.

He unzipped his pants as I took his hard cock in my mouth. He did not go gentle. He started fucking my face, exactly like I wanted him. I wanted to go rough on me. I loved to have my mouth full with his cock.

To be honest , our sex life is the perfect mixture of vanilla and kinky. I jokingly call it neopolitan ice-cream. There is vanilla , and there is the kinkier strawberry and chocolate.

He held my face bobbing it up and down as he fucked my face. I flicked my tongue trying to take him all in.

“ Oh Y/N Oh Y/N” he moaned in pleasure grunting out my name as I eagerly sucked on the precum oozing out of him. He was close I could feel it. He increased his thrusts and shot his load into me. I swallowed every bit of it proudly. He pulled me up, gently kissing me, Licking the cum that had drooled from my lips.

He sat on the hood of the car and bend me on his knees, kneading my ass before spanking me. I felt his hard on beneath me. I was dripping. He lingered me, rubbing my clit and pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy. He build the pleasure in me ,suddenly stopping when I was just on the edge.

“ Darling ? What do you want ?”

“ To fucking cum Jethro”

“ You won’t get your way with that attitude my little where. Ask me nicely”

“ Ohh Jethro, my Darling. Please, please let me cum” I pouted and batted my eyelids making mu perfect puppy dog face.

He pushed his fingers deep, making me cum . As I came down from the euphoria of the climax, he bend me against the hood of the car entering me from behind. He moved with strong hard thrusts. I could feel my pleasure vibrating through my entire body. This was reflected in his voice and moans and grunts of pleasure.

“ Yeah baby take it like a good girl. Take it like a good little slut.” “ Ohh wow Y/N. Like that just Iike that.”

It wasn’t long before I came on his cock. He didn’t slow down but rather paced up his thrusts. He kneaded my breasts and puzzled at my neck. As he shot his load deep in me , I climaxed again , my pussy wall clenching his cock.

He pulled out , turning me around to kiss me.

“ Wow .” I said, catching my breath .

“ Don’t think I am done with you yet baby” he chuckled. He picked me up and carried me to the couch. He sat me down on it before going down on me. I came over and over on his tongue. He then pulled me on to his lap. I straddled him , rubbing myself against his hardness. “ Ride me” he said. I moved my hips to adjust his cock against my pussy before entering him. He thrusted hard and deep, while sucking my nipples. He bit me down my neck and breasts and kissed me. I knew that will leave hickeys and I gotta have to wear turtlenecks the entire weekend , but at that moment I didn’t mind. The sensations of his Dick hitting all the right spots and his tongue on my books was driving me crazy. As he slipped a finger in my asshole , I was reached my climax.

“ Ohh ohh ohh Jethro, like that , just like that . Yeah baby. Ohh fuck , fuck ,Ahhh ohhh. “

I was glad Jethro was holding me. My legs felt like jelly. He was arching his hips into me.

“ Baby I am going to cum again .” I said.

“ I am close too” he said. “ Together then?”

He moved a few more times inside me.

“ Baby, Now he said” .

“ At his command I came on his cock. He started shooting his cum inside me in loads.

“ Ohh Baby , Y/N , you have been so good. I love you so much.” He said panting. He was still inside me and semi hard.

“ Ohh Jethro. Thank you . Thank you so much. I love you”

[marshmallowprotection]

I’d actually like to hear your thoughts on that Unknown birthday cg

I actually love the composition of this artwork. It'd be wrong to share it without sharing the other half to it, though. Saeyoung and Saeran are a package deal. But, as it stands, these images stand in contrast to each other for a reason. Saeyoung's at a party that his friends put together for him, and Unknown's at a party Rika made for him. There are undeniable facts about these images.

Unknown's staring into a mirror, his eyes in a trance as he watches his reflection, and to me, it's always read like a dissociative episode. He's spaced out for a reason. He was trained to hate his face because it was his brother's face. He avoids looking into mirrors for a reason... and yet, on his birthday of all days, he's staring into a large mirror at his reflection.

A reflection that's known to spark feelings of contempt, sickness, and anger in his heart.

Why?

Why is looking into a mirror when mirrors are known to make him feel sick? Unknown wouldn't choose to do that on the day that sets him off. He wouldn't! I think, one could argue that maybe he would if he thought it might remind him of why he's upset to begin with. But, he doesn't purposefully go out of his way to trigger himself throughout the game, if it happens, it's far from happening on purpose.

Which is what led me to believe Rika hung the mirror from the wall OR choose that spot purposefully—to hurt Unknown. That much I can say for certain.

Even on his birthday, he's not ALLOWED to forget what she's trained for. He's not allowed to be happy. He's only allowed to think about the brother who STOLE EVERYTHING from him while he rots away with nothing to his name in the walls of a Paradise that will never a sincere Paradise. He has to think about the brother who MADE HIM feel bad. He can't escape it. Rika won't let him escape it because he's a simply a weapon for revenge now, no longer does she see him as a son.

His birthday cake is made of chocolate and his pint of ice cream is chocolate, too. There aren't many things he talks about enjoying in the game, but he does make it clear that he enjoys mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Ray revealed that fact in 2019. I mean, could that be his favorite flavor and not Unknown’s favorite? That's always possible, after all, they're not the same person. But, I have always operated under the suspicion that they share favorite ice cream flavors. They like how it stays on your tongue, cold, sweet, and just a little bit chewy. It's nice on a hot day.

I don't think he's super picky about ice cream since you probably can't go wrong with ice cream in his eyes, but the fact that he's able to establish a favorite kind of ice cream shows me that he does care about what he gets if he's allowed to have a choice. Like, I would love vanilla ice cream if it's offered, but if you had an assortment, I'd want chocolate or mint chocolate chip!

This is a character who has been repeatedly robbed of his autonomy time and time again, both with contempt and with a naive thought to protect them without thinking of his choice, and if he was asked what kind of ice cream he wanted for his birthday here, I think he'd pick his favorite if he could.

He clearly didn't pick here. I mean, you can check out the seasonal chats if you want to for 2020. Unknown tells Yoosung and Zen that he loves ice cream and even if they think he's some kind of program and not a real person, he still wants them to leave out the ice cream because, hey, what kind of person wouldn't want an ice cream if it was offered to them? I don't know people who would turn down the ice cream.

But, again, if you can choose the ice cream you're given, won't you pick your favorite flavor?

If you buy the folders from the market, you'll be treated to Unknown and Seven enjoying each other's ice cream, but while Saeyoung looks content with his ice cream, Unknown isn't enthused by Superman ice cream. My boy isn't picky about ice cream but he probably wouldn't want to consume his twin brother's favorite flavor... especially not at a time wherein anything related to Saeyoung makes him want to gag.

If the only ice cream he had to eat was that of his brother's favorite flavor, I think he'd do it, but I don't think he'd be happy about it in the end. It would take the ice cream experience, but he's not going to say no to something that makes him happy in a world that already has caused him to feel apathetic about most things. Yeah, it might not make him happy to have something that reminds me of his brother, but most things remind him of his brother and it's an inescapable tragedy. 

I don't think I need to talk about the representation of black roses in this game when it comes to this character, either. He is given this particular flower whenever he is in a timeline that doesn't bode well for him. It is a representation of the fact that he no longer has hope for a brighter tomorrow. All he sees on the horizon for his life is death and apathy.

Death can also be transformative, but that is not the reference we are meant to take away when we see it represented like this. GE Saeran's got a black rose around his throat during the RAE when you team up with Rika to turn him into a product of consumption to "survive" in a world that lets Saejoong get away with everything. But, anytime I see those flowers with him, I associate it with a loss of autonomy.

I associate it with Rika's control.

The one thing that's bothered me ever since I've seen the image is that bottle of alcohol sitting in the background. I mean, it doesn't have to be alcohol in that fancy sparkling glass, but there aren't too many drinks that are placed inside of those containers and the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I become. I try not to think about it, and I often tell myself that the only reason why it's there is because the artist might not have been told about the character's trauma.

After all, if the artist was made aware of this fact, it means the choice was intentional to place the bottle of alcohol within the image. I have no idea if the artist was made aware of that fact. The only reason why I tell myself that the artist might not have known is because Rika was also represented with alcohol in one of her birthday pictures, and she does not consume alcohol frequently or at all, either. 

In fact, Rika canonically scolds Jihyun and Jumin often for their poor drinking habits and reminds them to be responsible. There's a chat in Another Story where Jumin and Jihyun turn silent when you echo the words Rika once told them about alcohol.

The alternative in this situation if we don't believe the artist made a mistake without being aware of the lore is for me to believe that she specifically chose to put alcohol on the table knowing that it would trigger him. 

Because, unfortunately, since the artist made that decision, it leads the player to interpret that she purposefully put that bottle there to hurt him. I recognize that most people aren't going to think that hard about this and for the most part, it might fly over your head without a second thought, but it bothers me. I am a stickler for fine details and if you're a person who loves to speculate and dig into some media for everything you can find, this is one of those things that’ll haunt you. 

At the end of the day, it comes down to how you want to interpret the image, if you want to take it at face value for what it is and recognize that the artist likely didn’t know, that’s okay. If you would prefer to read into it as something that makes your stomach turn into knots knowing that Rika might’ve hit him where it hurts most, that's alright, too. 

I try to suspend my disbelief as much as I possibly can to ignore that bottle, but the bottle is there, and I can’t avoid it no matter how much I want to unsee it.

I have a hard enough time in the fandom when it comes to people representing the twins and alcohol as it is. These two are never going to drink a drop in their life, and if they do—There is a situation where Saeyoung drinks champagne in V Route, but it’s when he’s hit rock bottom and he thinks his brother is dead and it’s been two and a half years since then.

The last time his brother was alive, there was going to be a party. The trauma is going to come back to life as soon as the party is brought up again, and that is the only reason why I think he decided to drink that day. He was at the end of his rope, and he decided he would do the one thing he promised never to do because he thought it would numb his emotions enough to survive the way he saw his wretched mother tried to numb every miserable moment of her existence. 

I don't think he enjoyed it, though. I think he took a sip of it, and then he immediately wanted to throw up. He gets rid of the rest of the tiny glass and he never touches alcohol ever again. 

I've seen far too many people represent these two as characters that will drink without a second thought. There is no mention of their trauma, there is no regard for what they've been through, and there is not a second in the narration that even remotely points to the fact that they have trauma that stems from their mother's alcoholism. 

I can't tell you not to write something you want to write, just as much as someone can't tell me not to write what I want to write, but when you have no regard for this specific trauma, it makes me wonder how much compassion you have for somebody who has the same kind of trauma in real life. 

Because, this may be a huge stretch, I know, but if you can't respect a character who said they don't want to drink anything that contains alcohol and you write them doing it anyway, who’s to say that you’ll respect a real person telling you the same thing? 

Far too many countries have socialized drinking to the point that anybody who doesn't want to drink, regardless of the reason, will be shamed or ostracized for it by others in the room. I can't tell you how many people have tried to tell me to take a small sip of alcohol since becoming an adult, and I’ve refused. It's fine and dandy if that's what you want to do, as long as you're doing it safely!

But, why am I the one who is asked questions for saying no?

I don't shame anybody for enjoying and consuming alcohol, so why is it that I hear, "Well, just take a sip! How can you know if you've never had it? Here, let me shove this in your face and keep pushing you to do something you're clearly not okay with!" I don't want it.

This is also the case for many people my age who aren't interested, because I've heard the same thing from others who have been poked and prodded at like me. None of us owe you an explanation as to why we don't want to consume alcohol for whatever reason. No means no. That should be respected at the end of the day, point blank. 

Saeran hasn't said it as bluntly as Saeyoung, but you should be able to infer quite easily.

[edbloves]

https://www.tumblr.com/edbloves/754938770487476224/consumed-by-thoughts-of-post-war-bucky-and-buck

Is there any chance we can have more of this 🥹🥹

Hi Anon!!

You absolutely can, let's see if I can cook something up for you, darling! These have been the head cannons bouncing around in my head the last few days so here you go:

After doing a little bit of math, I've decided that John's daughter would be around three (for pregnancy, stalag and post-war timing reasons)

John honestly doesn't remember her mother, and feels horribly guilty for it. He has vague memories of a drunken night in the Bristish bars with a Red Cross girl where both of them were mutually using the other to try to forget the war, but he knows nothing about her and barely remembers what she looks like. And to be honest, there were numerous instances of those, with numerous women

John, being the more charismatic of the two, relates better to her, though he is petrified that he's going to mess up and screw up her life (i.e. he's very aware that he drinks too much and smokes too much)

Gale is more nervous around her, never grew up with siblings and never knew anyone with kids her age and is terrified he's going to disappoint her or unknowingly start acting like his father. But once she starts to get more comfortable with them, he realizes that she's just a mini John and he falls even more in love with her

She LOVES Meatball (whom Demarco gave to Buck because Florida is not the place for a husky) and Meatball loves her back, they spend evenings with Meatball curled around her small frame and her tiny hands scrunched in his fur. Honestly, he's kind of like a therapy dog/emotional support animal for her after her mother's death and transition into John and Gale's life

All three of them get nightmares, John and Gale's about the war and her's about her mother dying, and later, about Buck and Bucky dying so it isn't uncommon for them to be up in the middle of the night all together

On that note, Gale keeps the fridge stocked with each other their favourite ice cream flavours (vanilla for him, chocolate for her and Bucky) and on warm nights where the nightmares wake them up, they'll all pile into the truck in their pyjamas and head out where there are views of the whole city and they'll curl up in the bed of the truck wrapped up and snuggled in blankets with Buck pointing out constellations and Bucky explaining that the sky is where he and Buck used fly

When she calls Bucky Daddy for the first time, he's calm about it with her but he completely loses it afterwards to Gale, emotionally overwhelmed and touched by her trust and love

On her second night with them, Gale is awake in the middle of the night thinking and spiralling and trying make mental tallies of all the things he has to do and learn and help her with and holy shit he's so unprepared and what are they going to do with a child, let alone a girl?? So he climbs out of bed and unthinking of the late hour, phones Marge and asks her how she does her hair. And lovely Marge is like WTF Gale? So Gale explains, says Bucky has a kid so I guess I have a kid now, too.

She has them instantaneously wrapped around her finger and they literally struggle so hard to say no to her ("You tell her she can't do that, John." "Why me? You tell her!" "I don't want her to be upset with me!" "You think I do?!") Good cop, bad cop is literally impossible to do with them, and Gale can't stomach it anyways, not with how his father was

They overload her with toys and clothes and sweets, particularly Gale, trying to come out from underneath the shadow of his own father and frets constantly that she doesn't know they love her

John is the one typically taking her out to do lots of activities, he signs her up for ballet and teaches her baseball as she grows up, puts her on the horses and on a bike probably too-early but Gale can't find it in himself to complain when John's smile is plastered all over her little face

Gale takes her with him EVERYWHERE, and not in the way his Dad took him (like it was a forced thing, like he was a nuisance he had to look after) but because Gale literally just wants to spend time with her all the time. He enjoys talking to her and getting her books to read as she learns her ABCs and hearing her three-year-old (sometimes strange) opinions on things, and having her accompany him to the grocery store and the post-office

Marge begs to babysit and she has to be damn convincing to get them to give her their daughter for a night

That's all I got for now! Hope you enjoy :) We'll see if I come up with more, then I might make it into a multi chapter fic if enough people are interested!

[femme4ngel]

bisous-kylian mbappe

it has been a horrible, hard week. everything coming out wrong, your body and mind slowly failing you. you’re fatigued and sore from running around work, your mental health hasn’t been on the top either. your girlfriends text you, asking you to go out clubbing with them on this friday night, but you just put your phone on do not disturb and sit on your bed quietly. everything is too much, you feel alone and overwhelmed. you know you need some kind of release so you put on your crying playlist and indulge in an hour long sobbing. when your tears are all gone you feel somewhat better, still physically exhausted but the dark clouds sitting on your thoughts are now gone. you wash your face and decide to dress up and go on a quick walk. paris is so beautiful when it’s nighttime, the city still awake, full of lights and people’s laughter. deciding on black sweatpants and a huge hoodie you reach for your phone and keys. you are about to close the door when you see a notification pop up on your screen. it’s kylian. you took him ( and your mom) out of the do not disturb list so his messages and calls come through even when you disappear from everyone else. he always texts, every night, especially on fridays, asking about your plans, if you want to go out with him and his friends or if you would rather go and watch a movie with him. ( it’s usually the latter) his message now is sweet and short;

“ hey bébé, qu'est-ce que tu fais ce soir ? d'aller faire un tour peut-être ? je ne peux pas dormir. bisous, kyky”

….

being with him, walking along him, eating with him, watching movies with him, listening to him, looking at him, just feels like home. like a safe space, a warm embrace. now you are walking on the loud, sparkling streets of paris, both of you in sweatpants and hoodies, kylian wearing a a dark cap, feeling the warm spring breeze on your faces. your talking, venting and hes listening. looking at your face with a serious, empathetic look in his warm brown eyes. your relationship is like this, long walks and deep conversations. or long nights and loud laughs, dancing in a hidden club or playing boardgames at his apartment. it’s always natural and full of joy. his love language being touch and yours quality time, it comes out perfectly. just like right now, he moves you closer to him, hugging your shoulders, his bigger figure swallowing yours. you breathe in his scent as you stop talking for a while, looking up at him smiling. he looks back at you, with that cheeky kind smile of his, his eyes full of love.

“ do you want to eat icecream? i feel like having ice cream.”- you ask him, now feeling a thousand times better, your chest light and your heart excited from the thought of vanilla burbon ice cream.

“ its 11am and 15 degrees”. - he answers but with a little laugh in his words, in a tone that makes it clear you already got your way and now he wants ice cream just as badly as you.

“ kylian mbappé lottin. i can see it in your eyes, you want chocolate ice cream. i can even see that you want colorful sprinkles.”- you say, playfully nudging him with your elbow.

he laughs and nods, and the two of you start walking towards the only ice cream shop thats open at this time of the day, the one with green vintage walls and old ladies as its primary costumers.

you heart is full of love as you hug your best friend, listening to him talking about a tackle he made today and how the coach sucks and how he is always right and how everyone is wrong but hes right. and how he is so glad you texted back and how he will ask for strawberry sprinkles.

[androgynousblackbox]

How To Lose a Lucifer In 10 Days. 33 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

EXTRA: Editor's note

It was a lovely day in Hell. As lovely as it could get at least. The red sky was clear, the heat was manageable for most bodies and the natural aroma could be alright if someone losed only 60% of their sense of smell. Inside of the Hazbin Hotel, however, the smell of freshly made food was making the mouth of all of their residents waters as they came inside.

"Good morning everyone!" greeted them the king, managing multiple skillets at once. With barely a movement of his wrist, plates were started to get filled and taken to the table. "Apple pie!" said even louder when his daughter came in, still in pajama. The party celebrating the return of Lucifer had lasted longer than they expected, making for a very lazy amakening. "There is the precious princess I like to see! I made cupcakes with chocolate filling just for you, honey!"

"Dad" Charlie let out the word almost like a whine, coming to hug his neck from behind. She let out a long yawn. "Dad, what are you doing? I thought you would like to rest in and relax. If anyone earned doing that, it's you."

"Are you kidding me? This is relaxing for me!" Lucifer turned around and hugged her by the middle, squeezing her tight. Not going to mention how he could barely sleep a couple of hours before he had to come down to do something, anything, to not think about reuniting with Lilith to talk about the end of their marriage. He had already watered all the plants in the garden and around the hotel, so either it was starting to cook for everyone or clean every window, and nobody ever wanted to clean windows. Nobody except Niffty at least. But Charlie was not going to know a single thing about it until they had their talk. The poor girl had been through enough already too. "Come on, I missed doing stuff for you, sweetie!" said, holding her hands on his. "I will just finish with this and then I will come out for some business that I have been postponing long enough. When that is done, maybe we can watch a movie or something? Here or in the cinema, anywhere we want! I can buy you the cinema and make a permanent portal if you want!"

Okay, maybe he was overcompensating a little bit already because of the news he couldn't say. Divorce was never a pretty word that anyone wanted to hear, especially in reference to their own parents. He could recognize that was partly true, but also he just… missed his daughter too much and wanted to give her the whole world in a silver platter. Wasn't that a normal thing for a father to wish for? One just had to look the pretty face of his daughter to know, she deserved everything and so much more. He had not a single doubt about it.

Charlie snorted, squeezing him in return as much she could. Lucifer had missed terribly being corresponded like that. The other Charlie was kind and nice to him, as it was to be expected from any version of his daughter, but it was pretty clear for Lucifer she only viewed him as a guest at her hotel, not an actual family member. Of course he couldn't blame her for that either. The hugs of her actual daughter were with no doubt the best in any universe.

"I don't need a cinema, dad. But we can watch a movie later in the lobby."

"Sounds like a plan to me! I will bring some snacks when I get back” He smiled up to her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I missed you, kiddo” said, because he did, every day, and he wanted her to know that.

Charlie smiled and she was absolutely perfect, like the little girl that had to look up clinging to his leg.

“I missed you too” she said and then perked up. “Oh! Could you bring some pretzels? I haven't had those in ages!”

“And some ice cream too? I know” said before Charlie could say more. “Vanilla and strawberry with chocolate chips.”

“I actually like cookie dough and mint ice cream more now” said Charlie with a slight shrug. “But it's okay! That sounds good too!”

“Oh, not at all! If you want cookie dough and mint, you gotta have those! I will buy you the whole ice cream factory if you want!”

“Dad” Charlie chuckled.

“Alright, alright. How about a small ice cream parlor just for you? You can name it however you want” added with a wink.

“No!” She giggled.

“Why not?”

Charlie didn't respond this time, hugging him again to shut him up. It was pretty effective. Once they separated, she looked up.

“Oh, morning, Alastor!” greeted, looking to the entrance of the kitchen.

Lucifer turned around to see the radio demon standing there, holding his renewed staff in one hand.

“Oh, hey, bud…” Just as he was about to finish his sentence, in a second Alastor had already grabbed his arm and was dragging him outside to the garden.

In truth, Lucifer could just make himself too heavy to move or just reaffirm his feet on the ground if he wanted to. But for the moment he was too surprised to do anything else than follow along.

“You guys are not gonna fight, right?” Charlie was left wondering, her voice the only thing Lucifer could hear before the door closed. “Please, be nice!”

Alastor took him to the side. Only after they were at the shadowy portion of the hotel he let go and Lucifer stared at him with a frown, waiting for an explanation. The man still hadn't turned around, giving him a full view of his back as he gripped his staff.

“Good morning to you too” spat out when the silence continued.

“Who gave you the right?” said Alastor finally.

“Huh?” Now he was officially lost.

“That mirror. You knew what it was. That is how the other Alastor and his Lucifer kept in contact with their Evelyn, isn't it?”

Lucifer straightened up. Did… did they fucked up somehow?

“Y-yeah” He scratched his nape. “We just thought you might like to have that too. That is all.”

“You thought” started Alastor, remarking his words, “you could just casually come in and give me an open line of communication with my mother in Heaven, no strings attached? Without anyone in Heaven knowing or doing anything to stop it? My mother who didn't even know what I did to get here?” Alastor sighed deeply, looking up. He still hasn't turned so Lucifer saw only the back of his head. “Truly, your Majesty, your arrogance knows no bounds.”

“I… I am sorry?” it was all Lucifer could think to say. His first impulse was to get mad, but also, he had no idea what it was to lose contact with a parent who actually gave a shit about you. Maybe it was too much to receive by surprise at once. Maybe he should have warned the demon before time so he could prepare himself. An opportunity to process at least. None of that made it make more sense why Alastor would be this angry, but who knew with the sinner. “I didn't mean to…”

“I know you didn't” Alastor cut him out. “That makes it so much worse.”

Before Lucifer could think of how he was supposed to respond to that, Alastor turned around and did something even more baffling than anything else Lucifer had seen him do since they met. The radio demon was hugging him. Arms wrapped tight around him, squishing him tight, without any thought or care about how he could be crushing him if he was anyone else. The claws of the sinner gripped to his shoulder so tightly they were shaking with the force used, digging into his clothing. So close that Lucifer could hear the beating of his black heart, the expansion of his ribs as he inhaled deeply.

“Don't say a single word” came out the voice of Alastor close to his temple, strained. “If you tell anyone about this, no one will believe you. I will deny it.”

“Okay” was all Lucifer could say. Alastor was warm. Everything in Hell was warm all the time, so that wasn't surprising, but something about relating that attribute to that sinner did shock him. On top of the chest, where his face was pressed against, it was softer. The man smelled of cologne, something earthly that reminded him of tree barks and the soil you hold in your fist after it rains. He hesitantly lifted his arms and patted the back of Alastor, just because it felt more awkward than having them hanging at his sides. “I won't say anything.”

Lucifer felt the head of the demon nodding once. It seemed to pass a long time until Alastor managed to speak again, as if his words were a boulder he was pushing with his face.

“I still don't understand why you would do that.”

“We wanted to” Lucifer shrugged slightly, an unexpected blush coming to his face. Inside of that bigger body with the other Lucifer it just made all the sense of the world. This Alastor wanted to see his mom again, so they allowed it to happen. It was a simple wish that didn't cost much for any of them, so why not? “There is… really no more rhyme or reason than that. And just to be super clear right now, nobody was expecting you to do anything about it so, like, I don't know, we can pretend it never happened if you want?”

Alastor posture stiffen up.

“No.”

“No… what?”

“No, I won't do that” Alastor squeezed him again and started to separate. When one of his black hands came over his face, Lucifer frowned but let it when noticed there was no force behind the gesture. Alastor was not pushing him or turning him away, it was merely the cover his eyes and, by all of creation, he did not know why. Was he really that shy about being watched right now? Lucifer closed his fist at his side because if so, fuck, that was weird and too cute. “I prefer it if we can keep it between us. You still took way too many liberties in what is essentially my life without even consulting me about it first. This is the second time that this happens already, sir, and I would really prefer to not be a third. King or not, I do not appreciate people taking decisions for me. Are we clear?”

Alastor… didn't sound mad. He knew what a mad radio demon was and this wasn't it. Deciding that was a good sign on his favor, Lucifer swallowed up and nodded. That wasn't an unreasonable request at all.

“Okay, yeah, fair” said slowly.

Alastor took a moment, as if thinking his next words.

“I understand that other Lucifer and Alastor had a whole life together and an established dynamic that allows for such surprises. We do not. I would ask you to keep that in mind moving forward.”

“I already said fine, Alastor. I don't know what else you want from me” Lucifer sighed. This is what he got for trying to do a nice thing. He should have known that Alastor would manage to make that into something else. Father forbade that anything was simple with that sinner, apparently.

“Just one more thing. Could you close your eyes?”

Lucifer squinted under the darkness of Alastor's palm. But ended up nodding as he did just that, feeling that the hand was leaving his face to lift his chin up. He heard the sound of Alastor taking a step back before he felt the radio demon making contact with his lips. A tentative, still clumsy gesture. Nothing else but a simple kiss that didn't try to do anything else, and yet, it made his chest inflate like he couldn't remember doing a long time ago. When Alastor moved away, an actual sigh escaped him. He wanted to reach over and do it again, have more, this time get to explore the mouth of Alastor if he allowed it to, but he contained himself. When he just made the slightest movement forward, Alastor's hand came back to cover him even though he didn't lift his eyelids.

“When you are free, your Majesty, I will be the one cooking dinner for us” said Alastor. “Don't worry, no cannibal meat. That is a third date privilege at least.”

Under the darkness, Lucifer blinked, his eyelashes brushing the skin of the sinner.

“What happened to your busy schedule?” couldn't help to smirk.

“Luckily for you, it has found an unprecedent free space I can spare. As long certian issue is taking care of, that is.”

“I was going to go do that after breakfast. And hey, we still haven't told Charlie so…”

“I won't say a word, your Majesty. You don't have to worry about that. Just see you have it solved as soon as possible.”

Lucifer sighed, relieved.

“I will. Maybe another one for good luck?” Lucifer wiggled his eyebrows for more emphasis and heard a chuckle.

“No.”

Lucifer shrugged with an non chalant grin. He couldn't blame him for trying.

“I will tell you when it's done then?”

“Indeed. Have a good day, sir” Lucifer felt the hand of the sinner dissapearing from his face. When he saw the light again, all there was left was a black spot in the floor where Alastor stood before and a blink later, not even that.

He felt the impulse of using the golden doorknob to go run to the other Lucifer and ask him what was up with the covering eyes thing. Was that something that his Alastor did as well? When did it stopped? Was some kind of power move (probably), actual shyness (less likely but cuter) or something else entirely he wasn't realizing? The excruciating need to know now had him pursing his lips for a moment. But no, no. First go finish his issues with Lilith and see how they were going to break it off to Charlie later on. That was what was more important right now.

—----

“Sooo…” started the reigning king, serving some tea to the cup in front of Lucifer. On the other side of the table, the Alastor of that dimension took a calm sip of his coffee, “how did it go?”

“Surprisingly easy” commented Lucifer, instantly dumping a bunch of sugar cubes on his cup and pointedly ignoring the tail wrapped around Alastor's forearm. If it was normal for them, then who was he to question them? “As it turns out, when you have the best lawyers in Hell, even divorces of millenia old are so much easier. Lilith is taking one half of the palace until she finishes her own and always had her own bank account anyway, so we didn't had to talk a lot about that aspect. It was mostly title stuff things we had to look for. Basically, she is staying as the Queen for as long she is alive. If any of us remarries, they will be our Consorts. If we have children with someone else, they will be heirs to the throne just the same as Charlie, who is an adult anyway so we don't have to discuss her custody. And other legal bullshit stuff I had to sign on. I think by the end Lilith was more done with everything that I was” He chuckled, brushing his hair back. “One of my lawyers said they never saw a more amicable divorce. That is something, right? At least nobody is getting away bitter or angry. I might not get the award to best marriage, but I will get it to best divorce at least” said with a tiny giggle that was, for the most part, actually sincere.

There were times he still catched himself looking at his hand, at the finger that didn't had no ring anymore and felt nostalgic about it. Sometimes sad too, but those moment didn't last long.

When it first dissolved that day they both put their signatures down, he understood what Lilith meant with getting a sense of relief when she went to Heaven to try to argue for sinners. It was at the end of the day truly something that it was a long time coming and it was only now that they both accepted it. The body finally could rest underground where it should have been.

“And what about your Charlie?” asked the king, taking his seat. “How did she take it?”

Lucifer snorted, covering his face as a light blush extended for her face.

“She said, and I quote, I swear on my name this is true, she said “Oh thank fuck! I was so afraid you were going to cheat on mom with Alastor or something! That could have been complicated for everyone, so I am glad you have it sorted it out” He finally succumbed to his laughter as the king snorted over his tea, spilling some of it on the table as his shoulders agitated. Alastor, with a chuckle of his own, rubbed the back of his husband until he regained composure. “I still don't know how did she know! We haven't even had our first date yet, but hey, good to know she is fine with the idea, I guess?”

“I mean, after having us over, she kinda had to” commented the king, sending a grin to his husband.

Alastor nodded.

“She was truly okay then?” asked. From another dimension or not, he still cared about Charlie after raising his own and Lucifer appreciated that.

“Apparently she had already assumed we were separated when her mom was away. She just made peace with it during those seven years, so now it's just… ah, so you made it official at last, finally” Lucifer exhaled, letting his shoulder fall. Figures that his daughter would accept things easier than he did. “Of course Lilith is still welcome in the Hotel and Charlie can visit whenever she wants.”

“I imagine that must be fun for your Alastor” chuckled the radio demon. Both Lucifers gave him an unimpressed look that he responded with a slight shrug.

“Well, even if he has a problem, he will have to suck it up” said Lucifer, taking another sip. “Lilith is her mom. I am not about to tell her she can't come to her own daughter's place. Not that she would listen to me even if I did say that either. Also, again, not even first date yet so he doesn't really have a lot of room to speak” added, rolling his eyes.

The king wheezed, so suddenly that Lucifer was taken aback as the monarch slapped his hand on the table.

“You think that would stop this guy?” commented, pointing to his husband. “My dude, my friend, buddy, you are in for a wild ride if you think something like that is going to change anything.”

“What is that supposed to mean?"

"Is he willing to date you, your Majesty?" asked Alastor as his partner just smirked at his side. "Has he said or implied as much?"

"I mean, yeah, pretty much. He said he wanted to cook something non cannibal for us once this was done."

The king opened up his eyes, as if he had just dropped an octopus on the table and called it his new wife.

"Wow" said, sharing a look to Alastor. "Welp, I hope you enjoyed your days of being single, bud, because that demon won't ever let anyone else come close to you again."

"Oh, come on."

"No, no, is true" said Alastor, nodding. "By the time I offered to cook for my darling, I had already killed a servant that I felt was too keen in following him around the palace. It was a pretty early stage of our relationship too."

"He first told me he caught her stealing from him" added the king, sighning. "He didn't tell me the truth until much later."

"In fairness, I wasn't lying entirely. She was trying to steal the attention of my dearest. For that there are consequences" finished Alastor with a grin. "Once something is mine, stays mine unless I decide to throw it away."

Lucifer looked over at the king, but his counterpart was not reassuring him of anything by calmly eating another cookie.

"And you are okay with that?" questioned Lucifer, incredulous.

"Everyone has their perks" The king lifted an elbow to the table to support his chin on the back of his hand. "We live in Hell so it's no like you can be surprised when someone that ended up here is violent. You just have to take the good with the bad and live with it, especially if the good is still better than the bad. Alastor is a fucking nutjob, but he is my nutjob, you know" he said, holding the hand of the radio demon to take it to his lips, leaving a kiss.

A sound of static rippled through the air as Alastor straightened up in his chair. The ears on top flicked slighty as Alastor gently took his hand away, clearing his throat. Judging by the way the king's smile remained, he wasn't bothered by it at all. If anything, he was absolutely charmed anyway.

"Likewise, my dear" said Alastor, taking his coffe and blatantly ignoring the eyes of his husband. "It's a two way street. I wouldn't claim you if I didn't find something of value to have."

"And… "Lucifer scratched his neck, turning away, "you think that he already…?"

"Oh, yeah, totally" said the king, patting his arm. "Congratulations. You won a permanent stalker. Trust me, it's worth it. Sometimes" finalized with a cheeky grin that Alastor did not appreciate, squinting his eyes.

"What was that, dear? I can't hear you over the sound of me carrying your child."

"Nothing, babe" The king chuckled, lifting from the chair to kiss his cheek. "Do you want lady fingers to go with the coffee?" offered, obviously as a olive branch.

Alastor looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Seeming to be pacified for now, he huffed.

"Yes, thank you."

As the king conjured up a box from Rosie's emporium with the fingers sticking out, Lucifer tried not to see too much as Alastor took one into his mouth and pulled out the biggest bone completely clean a second later, leaving it on top of a napkin. Yes, he had technically already cannibalized his own already sharing a body with the other Lucifer. Didn't mean that he was fully comfortable with the whole concept.

He still wasn't sure about what to think about Alastor potentially claiming him, in any way, shape or form. After all, it had worked for these two, clearly. But in the other hand, that was a different Alastor and maybe he was just a little more extreme than the one he had back on his dimension.

"There was something else I wanted to ask you" Lucifer swallowed up, looking at both of them. That was the true reason he went there in the first place, but then got distracted talking about everything else. "Was there any period in which Alastor… like, blinded you before a kiss? Is that a… radio demon thing?"

"Blinded you?" repeated Alastor.

"Yeah, like putting your hand on his eyes or asking him to close them."

"Before or after a kiss?"

"During all of it, actually."

"Huh" Alastor tilted his head to a side. "I never did that. I can't imagine why I would either."

The king frowned for a moment, looking down at the plate of cookies. When Lucifer grabbed two to eat at once, he lifted his head.

"Does he know about the glow?" asked, also wanting to know from Alastor, who shrugged without an answer to give.

"The what?" Lucifer was legitimately confused for a moment, as if he were talking to Bel.

"You know, that shine that we can see because we were upstairs before" The king lazily pointed to the ceiling, crossing his legs. "Back then we didn't even have to try, but once down here, well, you have to want to do it?"

"Oh" Lucifer went back to the last time someone ever mentioned that ability to him. Zadkiel had mentioned it in reference to his counterpart not glowing at all, without the memories of his Alastor, but even before that, there was something else. Alastor glowed brighter than he had done before. "I… I think so? Alastor was pulled out from our cell so our siblings could talk to him from time to time. I imagine they could have talked to him about it at some point?"

"Oh, so that explains it" said Alastor, looking to his husband to see if he had gotten the same idea. Apparently understanding that they did, Alastor chuckled. "That idiot doesn't want you to see how much he glows now. If you did, you might think you have him already."

Lucifer squinted his eyes.

"So he can claim me all he wants and kill anyone that looks at me for too long, but Heaven forbid I think it's a equal thing?"

"Told you, nutjob" The king smiled before cooeing, clasping his hands together against his cheek. "But that is so cute, though! Oh, buddy, he is just not ready to jump off that bridge yet."

"I am pretty sure that is not how that phrase goes, dear" commented Alastor, throwing four fingers more into his mouth. This time he didn't leave any bones behind.

"Well, whatever, you know what I mean" The king rolled his eyes and reached to put a hand on the shoulder of Lucifer, giving it a squeeze. "Just give it some time, man. For now… let him set the pace and take it easy. All of this is new to him so he is kinda going blind and hoping it won't explode in his face."

"Which it can, considering who he intends to talk to in the dark" added Alastor, rising a hand before Lucifer could protect. "Not saying that you will explode at him or intend to. Just saying that is a factor he is certainly going to think about."

"Do you think that about him?" Lucifer stared as the demon smirked.

"No. I haven't in a long time" said simply, patting his stomach absentmindly. "If he is not as much of an idiot as I think he is, he will get there too. With time."

"So, patience?" summarized Lucifer, looking at his counterpart who nodded with a grin.

"It will be worth it once he actually relaxes" assured the king.

Lucifer hoped so. Alastor wasn't the only one going in blind.

He came back to his dimension a little after dinner was over. Lucifer peaked through the corner to see that Alastor on the lobby, just reading a book. Now he had an idea of why the man had been avoiding him the whole week that it took him to sign papers and everything else. By now, the news of the Queen and King of Hell officially not being together anymore had to have spread all over the place. So he probably knew already, or heard someone talking about it at least. And yet, he still haven't tried to talk to him or searched for him.

The other Lucifer had recommended patience. Give him time. Wait. Let him set the pace. Surely none of that was going to be affected if he just talked to the guy first? Lucifer cleared his throat and started whistlening his way there. One of the ears of Alastor immediately followed the sound, but that was the only thing signaling the deer had become aware of his presence. Alastor passed to the next page of his book. Lucifer took a deep breath and whistled even louder, stomping his way up to where the sinner was.

"Oh, hey, Al! Nice to find you!" said Lucifer.

Alastor sighed, marking the page. Lucifer calmed down a little at seeing that it was the feather of Sera he was still using. The radio demon still did not closed the book, stubbornly keeping it in front of his poker face.

"Goodnight, your Majesty. I assume that no royal duty requires you to have a timely rest? Or no interest to fulfill them anyway?"

Lucifer could feel his eye twitching. Dick. He took another breath as he came closer, casually leaving his hand hanging over the back of the couch. His free, unringed hand, whose fingers he stretched out as he let out a yawn.

"Actually, I finished with all of that today" said, clicking his tongue as he pulled his hair back. He counted as a victory when he could see Alastor following the movement from the corner of his eye. "It's all done. I am finally out of it. No more papers to sign, to read or lawyers to see. For now at least. The important stuff is done for. Officially done."

"Is that so?" Alastor finally closed the book and calmly put it on his lap, giving a sideye. "I suppose then that his Majesty must have his schedule quite open after going through that whole ordeal."

"It's a gaping white hole all over my calendar right now. Never been cleaner" confirmed Lucifer with a grin, reaching forward to support his cheek on his hand. "I was actually thinking of adding something there. Do you have any suggestion?"

"I might" Alastor examined his claws. "8:30, Thursday would work for you?"

That was in two days. Lucifer perked up, not longer caring to pretend that wasn't exactly what he was waiting for. He was going to have his first date in two days. Later he could freak out about it, in the privacy of his room, but for now, there was only optimism.

"Yeah, sounds great."

"Indeed" Alastor stand up, holding the book against his chest. "We will find each other here. Any issue with that?"

"None at all."

Alastor nodded.

"Good. Then for now, this is goodnight from my part, your Majesty" said, passing over in way to the stairs. "Unlike others, I can hear the calling of my bed pretty clearly."

"I wouldn't dream to make you wait any longer. Goodnight, Al."

Lucifer sighed, relieved that he would not have that hanging on his mind any longer. Well, no, there was one thing still. That little thought that just wouldn't shut up. He could leave it alone. He could learn to ignore it and continue on as thing have been going until now. It's not like he actually needed that confirmation, did he? Could he have enough already?

"Hey, Al" called, turning to him.

The moment that Alastor looked at him, Lucifer had to take a step back. It was like going on a bike, his body never truly forgot how to do it. The ability came to him just as easy as if to flex a muscle, which did surprised him, but not as much as what it actually let him see.

Alastor was shinning, an aura of light around his figure that it was breaking into different colors with the slightest movement. The grace of Heave made it into another part of living everyday, just another fixure like the clouds or the blue of the sky were. Down there it wasn't like that. He had to actually search for those stars and, even then, he knew he could not find it at all. But Alastor, that awful, annoying, nutjob of a sinner had a light that was almost reaching back to him, reflecting off the walls, the steps he was in. All his features looked more pristine than ever, more lively, full of life after death. It was beautiful and nostalgic and he grabbed to the couch when his knees almost faltered.

"Your Majesty?" asked Alastor.

With each word of his, the light around him pulsated, even bigger than before, like a crystal heart against the morning sun in Earth. It awakened something on Lucifer, an almost feral desire to protect that light, to feed it, to let it shine as bright as it would blind God himself. Is that what the other Lucifer felt all the time? Then no fucking wonder they were both as crazy for each other as they were. What a lucky bastard.

"I forgot what I was going to say" said with a chuckle, finally. "Sorry."

Alastor tilted his head, the light around it shinning on the portraits on the wall near the stairs, and then shrugged.

"Good night then, sir."

When Alastor dissapeared into his shadow, his shadow was shinning too all the way to the stairs, as it were a moving liquid rainbow. Lucifer swallowed up and immediately teleported to his room, to his bed. He grabbed the nearest pillow he could and burried his face on it as he giggled incontrollably, kicking his feet in the air.

[gyllenhaalstories]

Hi Laurie! Very important ice cream questions are delievered right to your doorstep:

For your top 3 favourite characters at the moment: What is their favourite ice cream? Do they like to try new flavours or do they stick to the classics? Best occasion to eat it and best way to eat it? Coup, cone, fancy cone, out of the tub?

Kisses, love and spaghetti ice cream for you, byeeee 💖🍝

thank you for exposing my poor knowledge of ice cream flavours (i'm a simple girl, i like my soft serve vanilla & chocolate swirl). i have about 8 tabs open of lists of popular flavours, i'm putting in all the work and research because this is an important question! thank you for sending it back to me! i'm craving ice cream now! 💖🍦

divider credits: @/firefly-graphics (i've always wanted to use this cute ice cream truck divider, thank you for giving me the best opportunity to use it!)

RUSTY SABICH

cherry something. ben & jerry's cherry garcia, cherry cheesecake, just cherry related ice cream. or a very good quality vanilla bean ice cream, the one with tons of vanilla specks in it. he has his designated bowl in the cupboards, he never waits enough for the ice cream to chill a bit so it's always too hard and he always gets frustrated when he scrapes some off the top and it goes flying on his face. rusty is not known for his patience. i think barbara would appreciate pistachio or a good dark chocolate ice cream, so he steals some from hers but he never tells her. he mostly eats ice cream at home, sitting in the couch with his family or in the sun room on a rainy day that prevented him to go out for a swim.

i love how we both agree on the fact cherry ice cream is for cheaters (he probably genuinely enjoys maraschino cherries, there's truly something wrong with that man). yeah of course he's my top current fave character right now because i'm pathetic just like him. sigh.

ELWOOD DALTON

sorbet, specifically mango. i don't know what kind of fruits grow in the florida keys. if the university of florida says mango can grow in the keys, then mango can grow in the keys. i think coup is best with sorbet and i believe dalton would love to stick to the pure flavours of the fruit (similar to the dark cuban coffee), but he secretly likes to pick the tiny colourful plastic scoop that matches the funky shirt he is wearing.

i don't see dalton as much of a dessert guy anyway, he doesn't go out of his way to get some but he'll happily eat whatever dessert you buy or bake for him. i like to think that laura invited him to go out for ice cream the same way she offered him a ride and he said no the first time but then she teased him the next day about how yummy the ice cream was and then he was like :) okay :) and she invited him again and he accepted (this time it was only the two of them) and he had mango sorbet, he didn't really care what he was getting anyway. laura probably told him it was good, fresh local fruit and everything, and it became his favourite after the first bite. mostly because she seemed happy he liked her suggestion. he's very nice and charming with the workers so he always gets an upscale, whether it be an extra scoop or he gets offered the large size even if he paid for the small.

TOMMY CAHILL

cookie dough or cookies and cream. he's definitely the most likely out of this list to try new flavours, he just wants to try them all at least once in his life. these two are his favourite. if he's out and about, stopped at an ice cream truck or a proper creamery, he gets the normal sugar cone (with extra napkins, he always makes a mess). he can go for a dipped cone as well if he's feeling fancy. if he's eating at home, he definitely stirs his ice cream until it turns into a milkshake.

most of his ice cream related memories involve his nieces, isabelle and maggie. he takes them out for a swim at the pool or out at the park where he pushes their swings extra high (in the safest way possible) or even goes down the slide with them and their reward is an all you can eat ice cream buffet aka one cup they can fill with whatever toppings they want. grace and sam absolutely hate him for it, he brings back two hyper kiddos on a sugar high but tommy is just happy to have fulfilled his uncle duties. he made it into some kind of game as to who can make the craziest concoction. the kids would go for gummy bears with strawberry ice cream and sprinkles convinced that they won the contest, but then tommy would show up with a mountain of crushed oreos, mini m&ms, choco chips, drizzled with all the sauces they had and he would easily win. he'd get sick afterwards (probably because the girls ended up sharing his ice cream and he had to eat theirs instead) but it would be their favourite way to celebrate the end of summertime before school starts again.

DANNY SHARP (bonus teehee)

salted caramel. waffle cone. topped with a waffle cookie on top. danny strikes me as a caramel syrup person for some reason, so he probably asks for extra drizzle of it on top when he needs an even bigger pick me up. he has to eat it in secret, go to the creamery alone, so he doesn't hear castro begging to tag along (he will go out for ice cream with castro every once in a while and he will pay for his three scoops sugar extravaganza and he will complain about it although he secretly likes to make his employee/friend/flamingo zookeeper happy).

my first thought was neapolitan because he wouldn't need to choose so he could have a bit of all flavours (less anxiety inducing). that was probably his favourite as a kid, he could share with will and let his brother have his fave flavour. my second thought was distinguished ice cream to enjoy while wearing a cashmere sweater so that's why i switched my answer.

[catguangcorner]

Sure, I'll bite.

What are your headcanons about the Link Click trio's favorite ice cream + hot beverage + cold beverage and why. :)

thank you for the ask!! also i have indeed started reading third time's the charm and !!!! already hitting me in the feels

ok SO I'll go character by character:

qiao ling: for favourite ice cream I'm generally thinking fruity/refreshing flavours, though more specifically (maybe because of one of her official arts i saw recently) strawberry! but she might also be picky with what makes Good strawberry ice cream and plays it safe if she's buying from a new place. probably vanilla, i feel like one can't really go wrong with vanilla.

as for drinks, i like the idea that QL and LG enjoy tea together. QL will shuffle over to the studio after hours and do a face mask and LG will prepare them tea (always non-caffinated, because QL says she's too sensitive to caffeine lately at night), and they'll drink it and enjoy each other's quiet company. LG probably reads while QL does some scrollingon her phone.

finally for cold drinks, we already know that boba runs are a common occurrence at the studio, but i bet QL also really loves trying out novel iced-drinks. I'm thinking caramel iced lattes, strawberry chai iced, green energy smoothie 3000, etc. drinks with really long, convoluted names, that are kind of a fad but that's ok!! let her have fun with her silly little drinks!!!

cheng xiaoshi: i think, contrastingly, CXS is a big fan of the ice cream flavours that can border on sickly sweet, depending on the place. he likes chocolate, and cookie dough, and those ice creams loaded with lots of other sweets inside them. mind you, i don't think he has ice cream like that regularly or he'd definitely get sick of it, but when the opportunity arises trust he'll be asking for all the extras and sprinkles.

for hot drinks—CXS likes coffee! i don't think he Always liked coffee, because it's such an acquired taste especially when you're younger. during uni he probably got into it in the quest to stay up and meet those damn deadlines lol. so he grew used to drinking it from there. he either: takes his coffee black but with quite a bit of sugar (which LG tuts at him for) or he has it milky.

his cold beverage of choice....he kind of gives me standard iced coffee + extra sugar + chews on the leftover ice cubes after lmaoo. he also does indulge QL when she drags him to a pop up shop to get a limited time Novel Iced Beverage.

lu guang: doesn't like ice cream 😞 if it's really hot he'll have ice lollies/popcicles and if you held him at gunpoint and told him he HAD to choose, he'd choose vanilla. however, he will sometimes have spoonfuls/a bite of CXS's ice cream. Occasionally. more often than he'd willingly admit. CXS always makes fun of him, saying, "you don't even like ice cream, so why are you suddenly so eager to have mine?" (he never stops him though)

hot beverage: i did go over this a little in QL's section hehe, but let me elaborate! i think LG prefers tea, but has a robust beverage routine, in which he'll have black coffee (no sugar. ok sometimes maybe a teaspoon. but only Sometime) with his breakfast. then in the evenings he'll have his tea (sometimes with QL). I like to think though he mostly has green tea, he really likes oulong. CXS pokes fun at how devoted LG is to this routine of his, and in turn LG will lecture him about how having caffeine after a certain hour is bad for him and really, he ought to be drinking more tea for its health benefits, etc, etc

cold beverage: because we know that LG doesn't like overly sweet things, but likes boba, i can't help but to think he enjoys most forms of iced tea. like he'll make himself homemade iced tea during the summer and have it all throughout the day!

ok ok im done now apologies this is so long-winded i am nothing if not overly detailed about my blorbos

[rillils]

so um, so maybe i'm addicted to prompt generators. that might be a thing. hm. *screeches into the void*

rating: T wordcount: 1378 tags: fluff, crack, established relationship, bearded Steve because i've got a soft spot for him, general silliness, dorks in love, domestic bliss, aaand that's it i think

If life was fair, and not plotting to give Bucky an inappropriate boner in the middle of a crowded beach, then for once Steve might deign to look like any average guy enjoying a hot summer day with his man; rather than, you know, put to shame the rest of humankind with his luxuriant, marble-carved, sexy lumberjack league, mouth-watering presence.

But nope.

He walks out of the ocean with seafoam lapping longingly at his ankles, looking for all the world like Aphrodite and Magic Mike had hot writhing sex right there on the shore, without ever getting a single grain of sand in any uncomfortable places, and nine months later he happened, with his thick thighs and his tapered waist, and droplets of saltwater gliding down the slick planes of his torso like liquid diamonds. (Which Bucky will stoically abstain from licking off Steve’s skin. Not because he’s feeling especially strong today, no – just so they don’t end up charged with public indecency. Again.)

Steve’s face, though, as he splashes eagerly towards him, is the face of a kid who just spent the better part of an hour frolicking about in the water, flushed and animated, ecstatic, and bearing the promise of one hell of a nap sometime in the near future, out of sheer exhaustion.

He seizes Bucky by the waist with his big wet paws, and presses a victorious kiss to Bucky’s mouth, nearly causing him to drop his ice cream bar. Yes, the one Bucky bought just so he’d have an excuse to step back, and enjoy the newly familiar sight of Steve Rogers having the time of his life, in the most joyful, delightfully mundane of ways.

He should get to be this carefree every day. Bucky feels very strongly about that.

“Come back in, honey, come on,” Steve cajoles, wearing the biggest, goofiest grin Bucky’s seen on him in months. Possibly since the day he caught this very man hurtling down their driveway on a hoverboard, at breakneck speed, obviously, because the original S.G.R. device only has one setting, and that setting is called ‘STEVE YES’.

Now that was an experience. It would have taken some pretty heavy divine intervention for him not to go crashing straight into the trashcans, Bucky considers distantly – and God must have thought it wasn’t worth the hassle, if the big oaf was just going to pick himself up and try again anyways.

“In a minute,” Bucky promises him. Because, while there might be a universe out there where he’s actually capable of denying this guy something he wants, that universe is definitely not this one.

“Come on, the water’s great!” Steve presses on, his meaty hands squeezing gently at Bucky’s waist, deliciously cool against Bucky’s sun-warm skin. He’s like a big puppy begging for another treat, buzzing with energy, glowing with it from the apples of his flushed cheeks to the sparkling blue of his eyes. He is, for lack of a better word, fucking precious.

Bucky slides his free hand up Steve’s chest, metal fingers stroking appreciatively over the dark whorls of his chest-hair. It’s ridiculous, how quickly he’s ready to give in.

“At least let me finish my ice cream, first,” he says, waving the thing under Steve’s nose. He could swear Steve’s ears perk up, like he’s only just noticed the little stick in Bucky’s hand.

“Oh,” he says, and it’s a pleased kind of oh. “Can I have some?”

“’course. Here.”

Rather than passing the ice cream over to him, Bucky just lifts it to Steve’s lips, inviting him to take a bite.

Eyes crinkled with some secret pleasure, Steve leans in. The thin chocolate shell breaks with a crisp, satisfying crunch under his teeth, the creamy vanilla filling kissing his bottom lip and lingering there, helpless, until Steve collects it with a slow sweep of his tongue, never one to leave someone behind. The soft mmh he releases goes straight to Bucky’s gut, warming him from deep within.

He smiles, like he’s been trying to hold back and he just can’t help himself anymore. “Is it good?”

Steve gives him the Look – the one he gets in his eyes sometimes, when the toe-curling intensity of his gaze tells Bucky that he’s thinking about them – them in their bedroom, stumbling their way through the door with groping hands and tangled legs, laugh slipping into moan slipping back around into laugh, or on the kitchen counter, making the cabinets shake and the bag of sugar spill everywhere, or in the broom closet, caught by a mid-morning frenzy like they were last Saturday, quick and frantic and muffling each other’s moans, as if somebody might have walked in on them any second. And they’re in public, so Steve can’t do anything about it; but Bucky can tell he’s filing away all the words he wants to say and saving them for later, when he can lavish them straight onto Bucky’s sweat-slick skin.

“’S nice,” Steve rumbles, gaze dropping to Bucky’s lips for a long, deliberate moment. “But I know something better.”

A sweet shiver rolls down Bucky’s spine. “Do you, now.” He palms the side Steve’s neck, thumb circling over the delicate skin behind his earlobe, and pulls Steve to him, meeting him halfway into the kiss. Steve’s lips part gloriously for him, the hot caress of his tongue slipping the taste of chocolate and vanilla into Bucky’s welcoming mouth, spiked by a thrilling hint of salt.

A few drops of saltwater drip from Steve’s beard to land on Bucky’s bare chest, and from there trickle down his stomach, skirting his navel to soak into the waistband of his swim trunks, following a path Steve himself has traced with the tip of his tongue many a time.

Only too soon, Steve nudges his chin into Bucky’s own, pulling away, and Bucky chases his lips for one last peck before he lets go.

Steve looks back at him, his eyelashes fanning darkly, thick with moisture. His eyes come alive with his smile, gleaming with the pure, blinding joy behind it. Openly adoring, they are, in a way Bucky couldn’t perceive any more clearly if Steve were spelling it out for him.

He thinks Steve knows (how deeply, desperately) he feels the same way. He thinks he should tell Steve more often anyway, just in case.

“You gonna join me, then?” Steve asks, all sun-kissed freckles and hopeful eyes, hands giving Bucky’s hips a playful little wiggle. Silly man. Bucky would reach up and pluck the sun out of the sky for him, if he only asked.

Bucky grins, and hopes it doesn’t scandalize any onlookers, with how obscenely fond it must be. “What about my ice cream, though?”

The curl of Steve’s mouth turns unexpectedly mischievous.

“Just hold it out of the water,” he says, and with no further ado, he swoops in to hook one arm behind Bucky’s knees and hoists him up, startling an undignified squeal out of him.

“What–! ”

Steve beams down at him, an almost manic glint in his eye. “Let’s go!”

And with the enthusiasm of an excited golden retriever, he goes bounding towards the glittering waves, kicking up wet sand behind them. Bucky grabs onto his broad shoulders, partly just to feel the firm muscle there, and partly out of a last-minute sense of self-preservation.

“Steve!” He calls out, laughter ripped out of his chest, sudden and shocking, as they splash a bunch of shrieking children on their path. “Put me down, you punk-ass manchild–”

“Nope,” says Steve, relenting only once the water’s reaching up to their chests. There, he stops, swaying gently with the tide, and shifts Bucky in his arms until he’s got Bucky’s legs wrapped around his middle, gathering him close. “I’m your ride for the day.”

And how could Bucky ever object to that? The ocean dances sweet and placid around them, warm under the midday sun, and the man he loves wants him here, tucked in the circle of his arms.

“Fine,” he says, pressing the word to Steve’s lips with a slow kiss. Fine, have it your way.

His last coherent thought, before Steve licks expertly into his mouth, is that they might not escape the public indecency allegations today, after all.

[nyoomfruits]

I’m dying to know what flavor of ice cream they got on this date

In my soul, I feel like Lando gets the most chocolatey thing possible and then Oscar gets something like bananas foster (do you guys have that? It’s basically banana caramel as an ice cream flavor but based off a dish in a fancy restaurant in New Orleans where they flambé bananas in brown sugar and rum)

Lando would insist on tasting Oscar’s because it can’t possibly be as good without chocolate and is shocked when Oscar doesn’t want to switch with him when he loves it

okay okay i am on board with all of this and i do think oscar is most likely to get a more experimental flavor BUT he also famously has a massive sweet tooth specifically for chocolate (he answers chocolate every time they ask him what his favorite food is) and so i would argue oscar being the one to get chocolate? actually i can also see oscar as a pistachio guy.

for lando i agree tho like that dude got some basic ass flavor like chocolate or strawberry or even vanilla. OR he'll get some kind of franken-flavor like snickers ice cream or oreo and then demand they go halfsies on their ice creams because he likes both flavors. and then oscar begrudingly agrees because he is literally incapable of saying no to lando lmao

[justadeadreaper]

Please read.

I realised that I need to do a post for my boundaries and for people to get to know me. So let me just say some basic facts about me: ❇Hi my name is Ozzie. ❇I’m 19. ❇I’m 6’2”. ❇I’m from the same country as Bell in the Wych Elm. ❇I am a trangender man and use he/they/it pronouns but I don’t mind feminine terms being used as I don’t care much about gender rules. ❇I have autism so sometimes I can come off as a bit robotic. But, my special interests are mythology, folklore, history, cryptids, and more which I may add later. ❇My favourtie song is Lover, Don’t Leave Me by Bocce. ❇My favourite food is ice cream sandwiches made with marshmallow chunks in vanilla clotted cream ice cream and white chocolate, dried strawberries, and honeycomb cookies (I have a concerning sweet tooth). ❇My favourite season is Winter. ❇My favourite musical is Beetlejuice. ❇My favourite movie genre is Horror.

I will try to reply to comments but if there are too many comments I will not be able to as it will get overwhelming so please don’t be mad at me. But please feel free to ask me questions about anything or to talk to me at any time as I want to build a loving community. Besides me telling you my headcanons for our favourite COD characters or you telling me yours or me talking about my AU ideas, I’d be extremely ecstatic to talk to you about anything to build a bond between all of us. What fandoms do I write for? This will be a list of fandoms I will write for which may be added onto if I decide: ❇Call of Duty (Which it will mostly be about as I am a big fan and see so much potential in it.) What fandoms am I in which you can talk to me about? This will be a list of fandoms I would love to talk about as I absolutely adore them or have a love hate relationship, it may be added onto if I decide: ❇Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel ❇Call of Duty ❇Cookie Run Kingdom ❇Good Omens What are my interests which you can talk to me about? This will be a list of fandoms I would love to talk about which may be added onto if I decide: ❇Mythology and folklore (Greek, Norse, Slavic, Chinese, Japanese, etc.) ❇History (Most eras such as the Victorian, famous Pirates, Tudor, but I’d love to talk about others) ❇Demonology and Angelology ❇Cryptids ❇Musicals ❇Masked men ❇Horror movies ❇Baking ❇Analog Horror

Rules? I have some very basic rules that I want to go over with you but more can be added depended on what happens: ❇I can write SFW or NSFW content depending on what you guys want, now if you do not want to see any NSFW content then please do not interact as I will not take the hate and will block. ❇For all NSFW content all of the characters will be 18+ as MAPs/Pedos with all those different kinds based on the child’s age (gross) or anything and everything in between are not welcome and can not kindly fuck off as you fuck yourself home with a cactus in your ass. I am not joking, I will block and report you. ❇This blog may contain triggering or dark content as I am a heavy angst or darker writer. I will most likely write it very often once I’ve finished with my character analyses and I’ll probably be reblogging or interacting with other dark content blogs if I see something that does catch my eye. If you’re not comfortable with any of that then pretty please do not interact with this blog or please block the tags. Do not blame me as I will be thoroughly tagging my posts as I need to find them myself. ❇This blog will contain spoilers which are tagged appropriately so if you see a spoiler do not complain or harass me for it as it has been tagged and it says spoilers in capitals and bold. ❇This is an 18+ blog, even if it does not look like it yet as the NSFW will be coming later, so absolutely no minors and people under 18 at all. End of discussion. I know and you obviously know that I can't control everyone and how they use the internet or what they interact with but please just be respectful of my boundaries and not to interact with this blog, I don’t encourage you to read this but if you have to for some unbeknownst reason to me then at least don’t reblog or like my posts. You will be blocked if you do. ❇Absolutely no harassment as I want this to be a safeplace for almost all except Pedos, Bigots, Homophobes, Racists, Transphobes, Woman-haters (like Andrew Tate or Sneako), etc. If you harass someone or me or post stuff about those then you will be blocked. ❇Every once in a while I will be checking my followers so you will be blocked if you go against my rules. What I can or will write about? Things that I will write about if you ask me: ❇Gore as in body wounds, torture, interrogations, body horror, cannibalism, etc. ❇I will write “yandere” but please call it stalker or obsessed as I do not like that term. ❇Omegaverse ❇Hybrids ❇AUs ❇Fluff/SFW ❇NSFW, I may be a virgin but I will write about kinky scenarios. ❇Requested scenarios with characters (Such as “What would it be like to have {insert character} help you confront your alcohol issues?). ❇Long and miniature fics. ❇Angst ❇Gore as in body wounds, torture, interrogations, body horror, etc. ❇Requests or suggestions if I like them or find them interesting. ❇I will write female, male, transgender, gender neutral, nonbinary, genderfluid, etc. reader. ❇Character x Character ❇Character Analysis ❇Triggering subjects ❇OC x Canon ❇My own OCs or friends’ OCs. What I can not or will not write: Things that I will not write about if you ask me and more will be added on as I go along and see what I’m comfortable with: ❇Vore, I am comfortable writing cannibalism but vore is just too far for me. ❇Adult/Minor, as I’ve said before Pedos can fuck off. I will most likely be adding more as I spend more time writing here and seeing what I am or am not comfortable with, but these are the rules for now and the most basic ones I have. Now I know I haven’t listed everything as I haven’t thought of everything so if you want to ask to make sure, please do. But please just be respectful to me and each other and yourself. Make sure that you understand the rules before requesting or interacting.

Now I will do any type of reader. Due to being transgender, reader will almost always be either female, AFAB, transgender male, or gender neutral. I will do others if it is requested by a lot of people but male reader is thin ice which I may avoid due to how common it is to be harassed for being a fetishist of gay men for writing male, since yes I may be a man but I have been told before that I’m only transgender to get away with it and I have seen others be harassed. So yes I might do it but I will tread those waters carefully and most likely only do it when asked but if I am harassed I will stop it completely. But honestly, for most of my posts reader will be gender neutral or AFAB if not stated otherwise for scenarios but specific fics will be female or transgender male. Other things such as race, body type, height, weight, tattoos, scars, specific body characteristics, etc. will be completely neutral unless I have stated otherwise or have been requested by someone. I will also do disabilities if requested but all readers will have a slight tinge of neurodivergence as I am autistic and that tends to bleed into my writing. Sorry if any of this seems rude or harsh or hostile but I have been advised to be firm with my boundaries to stop me from having problems in the long run and I am going with it as I am normally a pushover. Masterlist and AUs? I will not be having a normal masterlist as most of my posts will either be character analyses for my AUs or fics based upon those AUs or talking about scenarios for characters so I do not see the need for a normal masterlist. Instead, once I have posted the summary for that AU I will link it to here, and under the summaries in that post I will have links to all the other parts of the AU like the fics, scenarios with characters, and analyses which I will try to update as I go along, this is to just make everything easier to find. The list at the moment will just be a list of the AUs I’m going to be doing so see it as spoilers but as I go along the links will be added: ❇COD Angel! AU ❇COD Bug! AU ❇COD Celestial! AU ❇COD Cryptid! AU ❇COD Demon! AU ❇COD Fairytale! AU ❇COD Magical! AU ❇COD Mythological! AU ❇COD Pirate! AU ❇COD Plague! AU ❇COD Royal! AU ❇COD Shopkeeper! AU ❇COD Victorian! AU ❇COD Wonderland! AU

Anyone can use my AUs as long as I am credited as I do not care much and I like see how people will use my AUs as I love sharing ideas and helping people create things by giving them a basic base. Just have fun with it.